Title: The Ticket Home

You lived in the moment and,
I lived in the world.
I could never see you,
cause you kept me so far away.

Now that we're over, I wanted to know,
when the next bus came so I could take it home.

Looking through the turnstile I, almost turned away,
remembering all that we had.
But those days are gone, and I had to move on,
holding the ticket to the next bus back to my home.