Train Rides and Goodbyes

As we gather and part. 

The train feels empty, because of this the sound blasts louder than usual. Maybe you know I'm here. Maybe you'll see me sitting here.

I used to look forward to our meetings. Coming in search of you, no matter how far.  This smallness of the city brought people like us together. It was probably the same train that brought me to you. 

My throat is bitter and burning. My eyes swelled with tears. I have too much sadness in me it hurts. 

I hate parting, I hate saying goodbye. But it seems this time it hurts less if we go our separate ways. 

I don't know why I said it. But strangely it came as a relief. I don't know if it has stopped being a meaningful sentence to you. I am not sure of what you think. But assumption puts people backwards, and I hope I can move forward. 

I assume you don't care, and you would have your life back just the way it used to be. I guess it wont hurt as much to you. 

I assume you are in the same train, but I'm too scared to check. I think the thought if you is reassuring. And I  dread to find that you are not here.

Soon you will be alighting. The last thing that connects us will then have to come to an end. 

We are so near, yet it feels so far. i cant see your heart, nor can I see the future of us. 

Maybe its time to part.
Goodbye my love.

Goodbye.