Coming into his station
Slowing right down
There he is standing
Outside my window
He gives me a smile
I give him one back
He's moving slowly
Towards the door
I sit remembering
Our bursting lust
Spread every where
Day after lovely day
No end in sight
I move my tight fist
Nails of a hornets bite
I touch the seat
I turn to my left
And gaze at emptiness
A cascade of tears
Avalanche down
My crumbling face
Trying to form icicles
On my wobbly chin
My great sob
Shattered the silence
Of the carriage.