[written in Paris, France]
She tried to wave goodbye but he couldn't see,
his train was pulling away from her forever...
It was the time they shared,
it was the beauty that engulfed them,
it was a shared love that pulled through,
it was all that it was said it should be.
He declared his love for her,
not with words but with all his expression,
she received it well but did not return it,
felt it but her mind was preoccupied.
He sits in the cabin of the train trying to stay composed,
but he fails and his head falls to his hands and he cries for her.
She could feel him all the time,
so close she was at home,
a part of the whole they created,
stronger than a steel chain.
And now on the platform the tears fell from her eyes,
without public shame she weeps aloud for him.
It was just a moment that passed,
which may have seemed like an eternity,
she could not see him at all,
and he thought it meant she was gone.
He can't imagine what it was that he had done,
he knows he's lost what he can never get again.
So the moments appeared as weeks,
she had not known so much,
yet she felt it was passing slow,
she bought a silver watch for him.
An agony befalls him as he slips away,
maybe his dreams will bring relief,
but all he sees is her in a silver dress,
dancing for him as she always had.
She collapses to her knees and smashes the watch on the ground,
reflecting her state of mind it will read the same forever.