what is fifteen minutes
in a life we are meant to have?
but in that fifteen minutes
i've gone cold.
It's not the most important thing i have noticed,
and doesn't speak of who you've been for me.
But in that fifteen minutes
it brought things to light.
The train wasn't late
and it wasn't that we were early.
I didn't want to miss it,
and you were too busy to stay.
How could you be too busy to stay?
And on that day we'd spoken
about how we were meant to live.
When the words we said had sunk in
I knew they didn't sink to deep.
When you walked away I dropped my head
and put my hands in my pockets.
You didn't look back not once to see me,
and so I waited alone and cold.
The train wasn't late
and it wasn't that we were early.
I didn't want to miss it,
and you were too busy to stay.
How could you be too busy to stay?
I held my ticket in my pocket
when I should have been holding your hand.
How could you be too busy to stay?
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