Now, I know that I will never see you again.
I try to surpass my pain and to forget you.
It's like I'm waiting for an invisible train
Knowing that I can't do what you asked me to do.

This gray train comes here, but there's no railway station.
What was painfully I forgot or wasn't real.
It was an autumnal love for you with no passion
While destroying our thoughts that have become unreal.

I watch you closely, as always, and the woman
Standing on the chair of surgery passively
Still are spitting her blood, it's what you like a man
Cut up in her soul, when suture by surgery.


Now, I know that I will never see you again.
I try to surpass my pain and to forget you.
I want to be with you in that 'visible train.
In a new world of love, I want to be with you.

1984

Marieta Maglas

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yellow-november/