I followed you back to the train in the rain. My hair was wet and the drains were filling. I was running at points, the pain creeping in.
I saw you turn around, to check for me pacing, but by that point I was already disappearing.
When you turned to check for traffic, left and right, I hid my face. The lights saw me, fading for the night, and looking on I saw a road stretch out
It will be morning soon, and then again and again.