At my wits' end—rushing around—always

Searching for tomorrow like today's already set

It's not—my friend

I never wanted to say goodbye.

And in the rush I forgot all the things

I so needed to say—

I so needed you to let me be easy

and careless

When we were together.

And now it's my hand on one door, and you

Halfway out the other;

Our trains don't come for an hour yet but

There's no point in waiting together—

When everything's already been perfect

And each has the other's contact.

Why build more happy times

If it just makes parting the harder?

There's no point adding memories

To a goodbye already said.

I cry out—Wake me, move me

Make me slow down

Give me another day—

Or—simply—go.