Memoirs of a Victorian Parting

She looked so beautiful that day

As I took her to the station

She held her small valise and parasol

I checked her reservation

In magnificence, the engine shone as

I walked her down the platform

I tried very hard to hide my

Feelings of grief that were borne

I helped her aboard the train

And escorted her to her cabin

My passion for her flowed

As I kissed her lips so red and thin

My arms surrounded her petite physique

As I whispered sweet nothings

She smiled a smile so warm

That it melted my heart

Arousing newborn feelings

The guard blew his whistle as

I reluctantly left my sweetheart alone inside

The engine worked furiously

The train moved slowly. I saw her face

I rushed to the window blew a passionate kiss

Mouthed, “I love you,” quickened my pace

A single tear rolled down her

Pale face as I ran to keep up with the train

The steam blocked my view and

My love rolled out of sight, my face was wet, it was rain

© Andrea Coltman