29 September 2012
I found myself sitting on a train, looking out of a window with a dirty frame. I believe I shall leave today even though I feel like I should have left a long time ago.
How can I let you go when I haven't even said goodbye? How could I have never let you know how much I crave a kiss goodnight, or a silent smile, or a long sleepless night by your side?
My train is heading away and I am looking out of a dirty window frame...
Without A Goodbye • Opuss № I