The Last Train To Azalea

She left her letter by the door Her suitcase no where to be found He read the words a thousand times Each time he felt a wave of sadness so profound Did he really think she’d stay All the time he ignored her. Her silence used to say Things words could not infer “You never fought for us You never chose me I hope one day you’ll understand I only wanted to love you and be free Those words touched him He wasn’t as kind to Azalea Yet still, she loved him a lot And all that followed was melancholia “The fireplace is still warm It shouldn’t have been long she left I can make it to her, yes I can” He ran after her pleasing with fate Azalea! Azalea! His trembling voice cried He saw her inside as the train slipped away With tears in his eyes he called out again Their eyes met, but she had nothing to say 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼, 𝓘𝓷𝓪