Mollie,

This is basically a poem I wrote for my girlfriend, more recently.

In the last hours
of the night the
wind swept cheeks
of your face
grew weary with
disappointment.
I never thought
the evening would
end in this manner,
but your moonlit,
tear infested face
proved me wrong.
I reached to wipe
away the salty mixture
in hopes to cheer
your sullen face back
to the white-toothed
version I’d grown
so used to.
You stepped forth
onto that train.
My face became more
and more distraught.
The tears streaming
before the very eyes
that produced them.
The very last moment
I remember
being with you.