The practiced dialog would come so easy;
Words memorized and so well versed!
Why is your stomach feeling queasy?
You only have to say them as rehearsed.
Storm clouds are enveloping the skies;
The air above alive with singing birds,
as two joggers as one come trotting by.
Well the chattering drown out as unheard words?
But none are you able to say,
As a train rumbles down the track.
For quickly she had gone on her way,
and you know she well never look back.
In your heart to continue would be so absurd,
And yet the tears shedding you cannot restrain
Sobs lost in the sound of new falling rain
Lost in the rumble of the engine of the departing train.