Pax - Poems

Standing on the platform waiting for the train
that brings me to you but I'm waiting in vain
it's late november the leaves died without pain
it seems as if the train was delated
I'll be late makes it even more complicated
recently you've been so silent don't know what's going on
hope you'll tell me and then all the trouble will be gone
suddenly the voice may I have your attention please
there was an accident next train will be ready to leave
in about an hour I try to set my mind at ease
I'm cold I shiver and I decide to go home
I arrive your mother is crying on the phone
she tells me what took place
she sais that you've put your live to the waste
now I know why I wated in vain
the headlines of the newspapers drive me insane
it was you alone that stopped the whole train
I'm still waiting for your goodbye
no waving hand in sight I got to try
to kill the pain but I still don't know why
you went away without a goodbye
standing on the platform waiting for the train again
it is december the train arrives on time
your grave covered with snow under the big lime
as I stand in the snow asking you why
I hear you whisper goodbye