Lingering

This is the place where lovers
part ways,
hiding from our invasive eyes
behind stately columns,
In the sweltering heat
under the burden of
their distance, his head is
tilted low toward her,
He speaks softly,
but his face twists with emotion,
pain sears his lips
like a brand, he has become
the slave of his love
and her sweet eyes,
Her rosebud mouth leans in
to kiss
his pain, and her words
like cool water soothing
a dry mouth,
or an open wound, he held her,
And as we depart I spy her
From our train,
I could never mistake
that pathetic longing
Lingering on the platform
as she bids her lover goodbye
My heart wells up with tears,
I could cry.