I felt the breath behind your words, as you exhaled your last “good-bye” from a passenger car, on a train I was not on, heading the opposite way of my embrace… I felt the cold air bite at my nose, as I turned about and began the walk of shame back to a life without “I love you’s” constantly whispered, in a house that’s not my home, heading the opposite way of your embrace… I felt the tear drops from eyes full of sorrow, wishing that yesterday was around the corner instead of tomorrow, hands heavy, feet the same, I long to hold your skeleton close and take away all of your pain, I long to hold your words close and take away all of their blame, I just wish for a split second we could look back and change all of our mistakes… I take a glance over my shoulder… your still on the train. I wish the words escaping with the heat of my breath could some how comfort you in your thoughts, knowing that if I had it my way, things would still be the same, but then again you would have never found what you were looking for… that “change”. I guess it’s for the best right? I take a look back… you’re still on the train… I press my lips in my hand, and let the wind extract the kiss; I hope it finds the cheek it’s intended to hit…