Don’t pass me by like a fading train,
A blur of sound in the pouring rain,
A fleeting glance you won’t recall,
A shadow pressed against your wall.
Don’t pass me by like I’m not there,
A ghost dissolving in the air,
I’ve held these words beneath my tongue,
Since silence first began when we were young.
There’s a rhythm in the things we don’t say,
A quiet ache that won’t decay,
And every step you take away
Turns “almost” into yesterday.
Don’t pass me by when I’m this close,
A trembling hand you almost chose,
A spark that flickers, bruised but bright,
Still begging gently for your light.
If you must go, then let me see—
Not just the back of what could be,
But one last look, a reason why
You chose the world… and passed me by.
Thank-you for reading,
Brenda Marie
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Wonderful heartfelt poetry, Brenda! 💖
Thank-you so much Tim
My pleasure, Brenda. 😍
Brenda, this poem is absolutely haunting in the most beautiful way. The imagery—fading train, pouring rain, ghost dissolving in air—pulls so gently at the heart, and that final plea is devastatingly honest. You’ve captured the ache of nearness and the fear of being overlooked with such tenderness. Truly stunning work.🌷🤝
Thank you so much for your beautiful words—it truly means more than I can express. I’m really touched that the imagery and emotion resonated with you in such a deep way. That feeling of being so close, yet somehow unseen, is something I tried to pour my heart into, and knowing it reached you like this is incredibly meaningful. I’m grateful you took the time to share this with me 💛