THE LAST TRAIN

It was the last train of the evening.
The sun was setting low
As we pulled out of the station.
I glanced up to see its glow,
In the window a reflection
Of a face I used to know,
In an old life, in a young life,
We both lived so long ago.

She could dance from dusk till dawning.
She could twist and shout with joy,
And I was hers forever, her first and only boy.
But in that old life, in that young life,
I was far too smart to know
That the one regret I'd harbour yet
Was that I let her go.

She was reading as I watched her
Till she turned another page.
From the lines upon her face now,
You could never tell her age.
But I knew I looked so different,
Time just hadn't been that kind.
On my face were etched the failures
Of the life I'd left behind.

As we slowed, she closed her novel,
Stood to take her suitcase down,
Turned and paused and stared at me,
Then, shadowed by a frown,
Shook her head, took her case, moved towards the door,
Another time, another place,
But leaving me once more.
It was the last train of the evening...