The rusted wheels offer up a screech,
And carry our bodies along, toward a station in the dawn.
As I pedal onward, I can feel it through my back;
The communication of your warmth as you grasp me close.
As we reach an upward climb alongside the railway,
You’re enjoying yourself, shouting, “Just a little further, only a bit more,”
The city is only too quiet,
And you mumble softly that, “It’s like we’re the only two people in the whole world”.
We both lost our words as we finished our ascent,
The sunrise that was waiting for us was just too beautiful.
You were smiling there behind me, weren’t you?
I didn’t turn to see because there were tears in my eyes.
At the ticket machine, I realize that I know nothing,
About the furthest, most expensive destination.
I buy the cheapest one and store it away carefully,
Even though I’ll need it again in seconds.
The oversized briefcase I bought days ago,
Got stuck in the turnstiles. You simply looked at me.
I couldn’t bare to meet your eyes, but gave a nod,
As I undid the stubborn cord that had gotten me stuck.
A bell resounded, signaling the last call… a door for you alone stood open.
You always said, “Before you go on a journey, you need to take one step of consequence.”
“It’s a promise! We’ll meet again someday!”
Unable to answer, I hung my head and waved goodbye.
I know I wasn’t mistaken… at that time, you’d been…
On a downward slope along the railway,
I fly faster than the wind, trying to catch up to you.
My rusted wheels give up a screech,
As I try to stay in line with the train,
But we slowly part ways.
You were crying on the other side of that door, weren’t you?
Even without seeing your face, I know, because your voice was trembling.
It’s a promise! We’ll meet again someday;
I wave as broadly as I can so you can see from afar.
The city was bustling with life,
But I mumbled softly that, “It’s like I’m the only one in the whole world”.
My rusted wheels give up a screech,
Carrying along my forsaken body,
And the slightest bit of warmth.