The night

Days move on, nights stand still

Like the tiring engine of a moving train

It needs to come to a halt to breath in

And as she breathes heavily, 

they begin to pour in

One by one, and then all of them

Faces and gestures, words and whispers,

Tears and laughter, quarrel and warmth.

partings and meetings, hugs and kisses

Some depart in silence with longing in eyes

Hands unheld  as the automatic door closes

Leaving behind that girl, soaked in showers

Night brings them on, one after another as

The longing remains, and yearning prevails 

And the days move on, at a fast pace

Like the running engine of a moving train