You're two minutes lat. I await.

Scanning the mob for a familiar face.

In a world of hurried hellos and forgotten places.

I see you, you see me. We smile. Then goodbye.

You sigh. I cry. You've got lives to save.

I steel my heart to be brave.

Three hundred and sicty five days. A heady daze.

A hangover of your embrace. A memory I'd hate to erase.

You chase your speedy train. I might never see you again.

A blurred snapshot in the noisy rain.

And when I know how simple it is. To throw away an easy bliss.

I'll be glad you held my hand this long. I'll be glad we slow danced to that song.

Goodbye, comrade.