There goes nothing,
there goes something,
something of nothing,
but of what I fail to see, for it is empty to me,
and I am sat numbly on a train,
as the distance grows further apart between you and me,
and as the distance grows,
how the heartache grows,
and though I miss you I should try to disagree,
because I want this pain to end,
I want this pain to go away,
and of it I want to be free,
because you left me on a Tuesday morning,
and took of all your things,
and you kissed me goodbye on the cheek,
and you took off your wedding ring,
and it is a moment etched in my memory,
a moment that will stay with me,
and I will shed a few tears I am sure,
and soon, I will be as far away from you as I can be,
but will the distance make me happy,
as happy as I once was,
I do not see it, but time is supposed to be a healer,
but here I am, taking my time on a journey,
through my thoughts on a journey to the sea,
on a journey on a boat travelling under a burning sun,
trying to forget about you,
as I stare blankly at the passing scenery.