9 November 2012
Standing at the station, Wondering if you'll come, Bodies move around me, But I just stand here, numb.
You said that it was over, You usually take it back, Yet standing here I'm colder, You're something that I lack.
The train horn in the distance, You're still not here for me, Maybe I will catch this train, And there'll be no more 'we'.
It pulls up in front of me, With one last look around, I do not see you after me, So I get on without a sound.
Waiting- • Opuss № I