A poem about love and death by David Tombale: Separated

Death at times has been the only thing to separate some couples but the idea of love living on after death intrigues me and inspired me to write Separated in attempt to try to explore that concept.

Separated

Every evening passes in the careless whisper

of a departing train, my head laid against

the cold glazed glass and I find that my mornings

are dreaming of you, some faint remain of

love sleeps on inside me, slumbering like a

mindless kitten lost to the sounds of winter,

the crackling of falling ice and snow,

I have travelled too far without you,

even now I linger on the sights that flap like sails

behind me and I will not find you, yet dare I try?

Dare I seek you out amongst the crowds?

My wisdom has failed to let me know but some years from now

when I am one with wind and cloud perhaps we shall join

together, one with you and one with all and never

again be separated.

A poem about heartbreak by David Tombale: The last train

This sad love poem doesn't just address losing someone you love but also touches on travelling to escape a life you can no longer stand. It's not only about heartbreak, it's about and self.
The last train

My train is late again,
I hear its wheels rumbling gently on the rails
as it travels near to take me far away

I have to go you see,
there is nothing here that I’m living for
so I think I’ll ply my trade there out at sea,
lifting my sun burnt face to watch the stars
sparkling in the sky

I’ll tell the wind someday
of all the places I have been,
my sojourn amidst the catacombs in Paris,
my time spent sketching the skylines in New York
and when I’m done
perhaps I’ll find my way back to that place where I was born
but I have no hopes

I lost them on that last day in July,
the seasons turned and you were gone
now I’m going down these famous roads
trying to find some meaning in goodbye,
a riddle answered by my thoughts.