Pain

In my brain
there’s a frame with her face,
ghastly mirage of her trace,
a resistant stain.

In vain
to remove it I attempt
for the stain spreads
across my veins
producing severe pain.
It’s an image that returns
 again and again.

That day…
under thin rain
before we first kissed,
in her slow caress,
I simply misread
the two words she said.

Since then,
her gaze became
a high-speed train,
which I began to chase
while it went away
–escaped–

And in the shade
I try to wait
and hope that itself
the train will stop, then stay,
and the stain will eventually fade away.

No train,
no gaze,
no place,
for my desire,
 but my brain.

In vain I attempt
to slain the stain,
the cause of my pain.