The Last Train

Loving you is like waiting on the last train
It’s like standing out in the pouring rain
I’m jealous of the drops of water that fall on your head
I’m jealous of the blankets that cover you in bed
And I’m always so well defined
And you’re always away but I don’t mind
And though the paper is written in ink
Of all of the things I shouldn’t think
But just sway to the breeze
And you stay only to leave
But I don’t mind welcoming you back
It’s not like you take something I lack
And everything is in boxes that they stack
And if you look I’ll pick up the slack
And rush to the shore
As you say you don’t want me anymore
And I just remember the festival
And the way I let it go to hell
Fighting to be my own dear self
I can’t share this with anyone else
And then I met you, you just turned to me
It’s like the waters parted and I could see
Like you held eternity
In a single glance, what are we?
And you smiled, just so, down into my eyes
It’s like you saw right through the disguise
And now it’s like I walk on one foot
And you said no like the sharpest cut
As I hold out strong in the weather
And I’m just dreaming of you in the heather
And how far you are away
The bridge is broken so we cannot stay
Like Sora and Kairi or the Marching Bands
The waves come to kiss the lands
But keep us at the distance we know
I hope you are well and that your clock runs slow
So that you have many years in reserve
And it’s always the greatest that you serve
While I watch and just observe
The moment you see that I’ve got nerve!


Photo by Balazs Busznyak on Unsplash.com

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