THE PASSING

By Numbers Peppelini

I never knew her by name
yet her sun kissed
auburn hair
I lived a lifetime with

nor did she ever
flip a glance my way
how sure I was
we once grew old together

Her piercing green eyes
like precious jewels
peering miles in front of her
toward greener pastures

to all places
angels go dream

How whimsical of me
I thought to myself
to have loved her forever
as her train rumbled pass me

in the opposite direction

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Published on Sunday, November 17, 2013. Filed under: "Fantasy" and "Poetry"

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Comments on "THE PASSING"

A former member wrote: green eyes are always the most haunting... i'm crying. i can't help it... i want to be remembered like this.
On Monday, March 31, 2014, megaprime81 (740) wrote:

Great write. 10
On Thursday, March 27, 2014, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

"to have loved her forever as her train rumbled pass me in the opposite direction" - these are great lines! I love your work, man. Ciao, T/S
A former member wrote: Impressive. I enjoy reading your poems sir.
On Sunday, February 2, 2014, poe_lover28 (163) wrote:

awh this is so sweet and beautiful , sounds like quite the girl!
On Thursday, January 9, 2014, Intoxicating Delirium (273) wrote:

This is so beautiful.. Love just out of reach, overlooked, wanting what you cannot have.. Wonderful job with this :)
A former member wrote: I fell into a deep thought reading the sadness in every line. Once you overcome this kind of heartache it only seems like it just keeps getting harder to forget. "like salt to an open wound." Unknown famous quote. I am beginning to think the person who quoted that first was in this same position. Written beautifully.
On Saturday, January 4, 2014, soul_versing (774) wrote:

It's amazing how we make ourselves out to be undeserving of other because of the fate of situations. Whether this be real life, or a dream, the torment in itself unravels the preserved goodness of ones soul. Be careful not to lose all your precious pieces along the way, love. Bitterness tends to latch-on to heartache and bitterness takes total control. This is a very well scripted piece with many sentiments lovers tend to face. I'm guilty of destroying many breathtaking monuments, and I pray I didn't damage their perfect structures. Bows, sir- TG
A former member wrote: impressive sir! packed with emotion longing, yearning, and love for what could have been wonderful poetry
On Wednesday, January 1, 2014, inhisbelly (39) wrote:

It's unreal how beautiful this is! I am overcome with emotion. I don't believe that there are feelings women can't relate to as well (besides phallic sensations), though. The torture of longing is universal. I applaud the speakers mutedness--there is an underlying agony but no theatrics. Lovely work.
On Sunday, November 24, 2013, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

..this is beautiful, man, in a way that only men understand. desiring that angel that doesn't realize it, & she dreams her vacuous dreams, & perhaps both our lives will be emptier...
On Tuesday, November 19, 2013, blue angel (866) wrote:

a soft longing lies delicately upon the emerald distance... nicely written :)~
On Monday, November 18, 2013, Alanarchy (1168) wrote:

Some great lines contained herein. Dig it. Welcome to darkpoetry.com. And write on.
On Sunday, November 17, 2013, Maladroit (198) wrote:

Such a thing would likely make green eyes write in regret-
A former member wrote: I loved reading this, several times. very interesting.
A former member wrote: Sometimes what could never be is far more impactful and important that what is.