As he looked out of the moving train, he noticed how fast the trees disappear, how many houses live so close together. He noticed Every little thing about his surroundings, so he wouldn't remember, her.

And his mind quickly falls to their memories. Wondering what she is doing right now. Is she sobbing in her dark room while clutching their picture to her chest? Was she declining the dinner her mother laid upon the kitchen table, maybe she is even taking long walks just thinking about me.

Is she even thinking about me? Especially as frequently as I am thinking of her....

I knew what I was doing when my legs carried me to the train, as warm tears laid  upon my checks.
When it was my time to go, I believed you would never let go. If you didn't unclench your fist I never would have left.