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.