This very evening is kinda lonely.
Loneliness is a sudden silence
At the end of a long conversation
While departing in opposite directions
Like trains;
It's a night-ride on the subway
When there are few passengers,
Empty seats, empty faces.
We are forced on each other,
Me and all the strangers who pretend
To not see other passengers in the same car.
Thought I saw a passenger
Carrying their loneliness
In a courier service's cardboard box
As though they planned to leave it by a door,
Then move on being lonely in their own way.
I find sort of comfort
knowing that you're waiting at the station.
Two more stations,
And I'll stretch up on tip-toes
Over the five inches between us
'Cause all I need is you to kiss me
As if it's already the end of the world.