Sometimes we need to let go of what may be
Of future hopes and broken dreams
Some things are just not meant to be
Holding on is just unhealthy

Sometimes we need to let go of the love now gone
To accept it is no more and nobody won
Forgetting the past and moving on
The feeling of failure and heart torn

Sometimes we need to let go of hurt and pain
Of things that brought us down with shame
To say goodbye to those who are to blame
And finally start to live again

We met at night
By the leaking window of the evening train
On the two seats with the fewest tears
Two spaces apart
Her perfume was like being loved to death
An olfactory haven above the damp and the diesel
I commented on the weather
And told her my name

Her movements were the increments
Of some heaven or hell
Some Utopia or Gomorrah
Her words trickled between bones
And emptied the room of air
"I'm going to tell you a story" she said

"It begins with a person falling
And ends exactly the same"