Another tear rolls down my cheek
another day passes in vain
These salty days turn to weeks
I can still hear the passing train
Your lips tenderly brushing my cheek
Precious memories firmly ingrained
Softy placed gentle but not so meek
so powerful its been tattooed in my brain
As these tear filled days turn into weeks
the nights just gets the pillows stained
Broken hearts are not for the meek
A constant reminder of your departed train