through the veil of memory

a silent goodbye at the station

do you still think about me

every goodbye feels the same

how it feels to be forgotten

i hope you’re doing fine

i woke up and you were gone

if we could meet in a dream

memories left in an old sweater

one more night like this

she left before the last train

some roads lead nowhere

the last time we spoke

the streetlamp that saw it all

the wind still whispers your name

things we can’t get back

when the silence speaks

where did the days go

why do nights feel longer

will we ever be the same.