Cindy Douglas

I’m sitting at the station
Bags are at my feet
I can’t see the departures
For the streaming of my tears

Biting lips, trying to hold on
People quickly pass me by
And look the other way
Pretending they don’t see

Don’t know how much time has passed
Minutes, hours, days?
I’ve taken root where I sat down
When I watched you walk away

I need to take a bus
From here to anywhere
I know that when the wheels begin to move
That I’ll start to face my fear

Every mile between us
Will weaken bonds that bind
Until at last they’ll snap and
Then I’m free of you at last