Catch a train and go ahead,

I'll catch up, that's what he said.

But he left me standing in the station, so cold and alone,

I called his number, voice message, reached his phone.

A beggar man, asked me how I was,

I shook my head, admit it, I'm lost.

I sat on the bench and watched buses pass,

Knowing this love could never last.

While people passed as they so often do,

leaving me thinking of what I knew

about the man who left me cold,

the one with whom I would grow old.

So slowly the day drifted into the night,

The buses faltered, and with failing plight,

I caught a train and went ahead,

I'll catch up. That's what he said.