A distant tear

Stopping to say goodbye to you on the train,
Perhaps there was a thought or feeling there left unexpressed,
A formal exchange which dicounted the eternal pain
Of realising you had left.

Walking away from the station at night,
Perhaps there was a tear which had not been there before,
Something of which I had tried hard to fight,
But being alone, I could not ignore.

Arriving home to an empty world,
Perhaps I was a fool to fall in love,
Because the sounds of the radio could not satisfy my soul,
And a comforting read did not warm me much.


Sleeping in a lonesome bed,
Perhaps I pretend that you'll be here when I wake up,
And there will be no war, no pain, but instead
Just the relief of your loving touch.