Someday when you board
the train to my station again,
I’ll be waiting for you,
on the Platform 2.
You’ll look in my eye and
I hope you’ll stop by
and ask,
“How I’ve been?”
Will it be too much if I ask
to spend this evening with me
just like we did 195 days ago;

your head in my lap
as I run my fingers through
your hairs and watching the
sun rays touch your face
patiently
for the last time

O darling, can you just
repeat
what you told,
so I can remember
someone is already
waiting for you
back home
And no matter
how many trains you miss,
I am always bound to lose you.