And I've played it back a thousand times in my head,
that perfect memory of where it was just you and me,
lying wide awake at 3am under the covers of my bed,
listening to the tranquil breaking of the midnight sea.

We both knew that was my last night in this small town,
in the morning I would be headed far off for university.
You knew it would be hard with me no longer around
but you kept silent and let me leave for New York City.

And when the morning came, you smiled me goodbye
as our hands aligned against the window of the train.
Your mood reflecting the bleakness of the falling rain
as you were left behind to watch our last moments die.