I am no longer waiting
for you by the train station
where the lights are dim and flickering,
where our silhouettes often touch

I am no longer watching
the doors open and close,
leaving me with an impossible choice
of staying or going

I no longer choose the former
Not only because my eyes hurt from watching,
because my ears hurt from the eerie silence,
because my legs hurt from waiting too long

But because I want my eyes to hurt from staring at the sun,
and my ears to hurt from the music outside
where the silhouettes barely touch
I want my legs to hurt from dancing too much
and walking and running too fast -
away from the train station
away from you