Miss You

I see a train,
Rushing though the rain.
Drops hit the window,
Soft pats with each blow.

I see a face, peering through,
A reflection in the blue,
The blue window hue,
And a town they only knew.

Tears held back,
With thoughts gone black,
Was there no going back?

I see eyes, a dying light,
Glistening, as they gave up the fight.
A town, still in sight,
Sleepy and sad, without the light.

I see a train,
Rushing through the rain.
Drops hit the window,
Will they, ever know..?