sharing the same seat, she was sitting beside
feary attempts, if only the hands would met
feeble, silent, the words seem hard to get out
if his discourage would turn him down again
he stumble out of the spelly words he create
she replied kindly as if she also expects
a long conversation followed, many things to tell
but the seconds competed to bring her from him
and then last stop, the doors opened slowly
that must be a sign to express 'she had to go'
he tried to seize how he would say?
a momentary paralyzation, was it hard to stay?
she got out and walked therough the night
he looked behind the cruel windows, crying
then she looked back, once the eyes met
both regret but too late, it was too late
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