The train left with him.
She was starting alone,
On the platform.
Her eyes were moist,
The heart was racing,
Her fists were trembling.
She was alone.
She was helpless.
She was morose,
Feeling hopeless.
He was slowly fading away.
Speed was picked up.
All she wanted to run away
With him, but
It was not her time yet.
She has to stay more
On the platform.
To wait and wait.
Until she turns grey
To get her ticket.
Moonstruck 