I hear your name in passing Between the distant hisses Of brakes on a phantom train Headed for nowhere. The station is empty And yet here I am Waiting for more of your Words of affirmation With only half-hearted meaning Scribed between the letters. I guess in my delusion I failed to see That all you are is Smoke in mirrors. The illusion of safety That I welcomed so easily That you handed to me On a silver platter Knowing it was worthless Was too good to be true. All signs pointed toward Heartbreak and sorrow But blind as I can be I followed you Down into the storm. Now In false love’s wake I patiently await your return I desperately await your return. Even though this train Has long left the station I’ll stand here until I can no more. I hear your name in passing And it haunts me Like a pain I can’t escape. I’ve watched others Come and go But none have scarred so deeply As you And I long for the misery That you entail.