The Last Train Leaves the Deserted Station

Cold night at the empty station. Streets fall quiet like silent pain. Your shadow fading in the smoke. My eyes fail to hold you again. The old bench still holds your warmth. Wind flips through the note I hid. The final train departs so still, Taking what's left of my heart. No one waits, no one lingers. Just the streetlamps dimming low. Sad song sighs one last tune For the one lost long ago. Sometimes love just fades like This. Quiet hearts that never speak. One brief moment, Parted. A train unnamed, a Love too weak. Wind cries with the rolling wheels. Slowly your shape fades from view. In a city with no goodbyes, Only the night and Me And you.