The window of the train was dirty
The dirt stood in between
I couldn't see at all... if you were in
Standing there on the platform,
frozen with a choice to make -
turn back and depart... or wave at you
At last I raised my hand
a little insecure fingers
and waved good bye... just like before
No matter if behind the window
you waited, smiled and waved at me
or simply found a seat... and sat
Looking at it through my heart
it didn't matter what you did -
my wave said nothing's changed... for me
20.Feb.2011
Awesome. Very narrative, almost no wordplay and that makes it all the more powerful.
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