5 Centimeters Per Second
My best friend, my love I lost by train
apart in two cities, we cried in anguish.
Letters of love never reached her,
letters of love never reached him.
Train departed so I could see you one last,
snowstorm pushed away my arrival.
Nightfall stroke the sky, I hoped you were there,
late night dulled my vision, surprised you were here.
Five centimeters per second is I had left of time,
embrace your warmth of the open flame,
a kiss too quiet and mellow.
I shudder my icy face, watched yours glow.
Echo of a moving train, I shall leave
I hope to feel that warmth from you someday.
Copyright © Ashley Cooley | Year Posted 2009
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