The air smelled of love, of blossoms,
Deeply embedded in the soul.
No desire to walk away,
No ill intentions to take control.
She held his hand all the way,
Crossing the wooden planks.
He kept glancing at her face,
More than a mind could ever trace.
As the morning came to end,
She let his hands go free.
He smiled at her, never knowing,
It was the last thing he could see.
He walked up to the train,
As she slowly walked away.
"Go back to life, my darling,"
That's all she had to say.