i'm alone
sitting with my broken glass
my four walls follow me through my past
i was on a paris train
i emerged in london rain
and you waiting there swimming through apologies
i remember searching for the perfect word
i was hoping you might change your mind
i remember a soldier standing next to me
riding on the metro
i went smiling as you took my hand
so removed we spoke in france
you were passed a shallow word
years have passed and still the hurt
you were past a shollow word
years have past and still the hurt
i can see it now smiling as i pulle daway
sorry
i remember a letter wrinkled in my hand
i love you always filled my eyes
i remember the night we walked along the seine
riding on the metro
i remember a feeling coming over me
the soldier turned and walked away
fuck you for loving me
riding on the metro

{Corrected by knightd@uoguelph.ca]