Yellow November

Now, I know that I will never see you again. I try to surpass my pain and to forget you. It's like I'm waiting for an invisible train Knowing that I can't do what you asked me to do. This gray train comes here, but there's no railway station. What was painfully I forgot or wasn't real. It was an autumnal love for you with no passion While destroying our thoughts that have become unreal. I watch you closely, as always, and the woman Standing on the chair of surgery passively Still are spitting her blood, it's what you like a man Cut up in her soul, when sutured by surgery. Now, I know that I will never see you again. I try to surpass my pain and to forget you. I want to be with you on that 'visible train. In a new world of love, I want to be with you. Poem by Marieta Maglas,1984