• There was a train waiting at the station
    where lovers wept to and fro.
    Their hearts are marred by lacerations
    from leaving the only ones they know.

    But not I.
    I never seem to summon tears.
    It bothers you to see my cheeks are dry
    ‘tis not for lack of love, shake off obscure fears.

    My body is weary. I have nothing left to give,
    but the same old kisses I always had.
    I hope that this last one will be enough to live
    in you, until you reach your land of Mad

    Of all requests this is my only,
    please don’t leave me, my one and lonely.