I was close to him but far from home
Now here I am, cheek wet from sloppy goodbye gestures
waiting for the sun to set
aren’t we always waiting for the sun to set?
Remembering him is like watching the train leave:
it blows my hair as it goes by,
and it leaves so suddenly it’s like it was never there at all
but i’m a little dizzy and
is the platform really standing still?