I awakened on a small sounding train
that clanked its way out of the northeast plain.
It brought dawn into Bangkok as night was fleeting,
but the stifling morning heat was our only greeting.
I sent you a telegram only to say
that I missed you dearly and was on my way.
I should have never married her; how both of us have paid!
How was I to know the magnitude of the mistake I made!
And now forever apart, we live with our separate pain.
Copyright © 2013 Alan L. Slaff, selected from
“The Boy in the Mirror (2nd Edition)”