I spoke with a man once,
A stranger with just a passing glance.
I sat next to him on the train,
Listening to the drops of rain.
He spoke of her gently,
His words bouncing around lightly.
He was to find her one day,
Hoping this ride would take him the way.
She has been gone for a nearly a year,
Losing her was his fear.
He could tell she didn't want him,
Her patience had wore thin.
Hurting her was his greatest mistake,
A different train is what she would take.
On he goes, searching for her.
Her heart was what he had burned.
But now he feels the emptiness of it all,
Feeling every bruise of his fall.
