Stations

Grazing fingers on pages

Ends of letters that walk along 

Memories following like shadows 

And your remains like ashes 

Pushed into lockets 

Half for you 

Half for me 

I can write a chorus 

About how I hear you whispering still 

Some where in the city lights 

It makes for perfect conversation 

When I'm alone in my bed 

What happens when the chorus ends 

They say love last a life time 

I tried to catch you before the coming train 

I caught your eye as you drifted away 

Pages become history books 

Words become love letters 

And train stations become home