À la gare

Eluding her eyes, averting

Looking to the side

He watches as the raindrops

Fall from the umbrellas side

Looking down in guilt he sees

Her feet are clad in boots

Standing in a puddle

But he doesn't think ; he seems aloof

He wants to turn his back on her

Turn and walk away

But he can feel her eyes upon him

And he knows he's not OK

Putting one hand in his pants

Eager for distraction

He finds a ticket in his pocket

And thinks of taking action

He braves himself to look at her

And gauges what she's thinking

He sees that she's still holding hope

And dismayed his mood starts sinking

I got to go, he mumbles

And she raises an eyebrow

I guess ill see you next time

That's if you'll allow

She doesn't answer and he turns

And walks quickly away

He doesn't want her to see his tears

Or the pain he tries to allay

She watches him get smaller

And in her mind she thinks

Its sad to see him angry

But worse when his mood sinks

Sighing she will gather

Her thoughts and actions to

Get home and out of this rain

This relationship she will rue