Alone On The Train In a Silence
Many things come to mind,
when I think in the
-------------------dakrness,
silently seeing the time I had,
---------------------------- moving,
moving past me as if swept away in a river of mourning.
Some things I remember as they were,
and others,
seem,
-----Multilated,
by the intermittent yearning of,
------------------------------- my,
Memories,
which at once,
Seem to be yours and
yet,
carry none of your sullen companionship,
or quiet comforts,
being only
---------- the ever drying residue,
---------------------of a moment you,
-----------------shared with me,
just a few moments ago,
Lost in the dense flow,
Of what could have been,
and was.