I'm alone sitting with my broken glass. My four walls follow me through my past. I was on a Paris train. I emerged in London rain. And you waiting there swimming through apologies. I remember searching for the perfect words. I was hoping you might change your mind. I remember the soldier standing next to me. Riding on the metro. I went smiling as you took my hand. So removed we spoke in France. You were passed as shallow word. The years have passed and still a hurt. You were passed as shallow word. Years have passed and still a hurt. I can see it now smiling as I pulled away.... Sorry. I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand. "I'll love you always" filled my eyes. I remember the night we walked along the Seine. Riding on the metro. I remember a feeling coming over me. The soldier turned then walked away. Fuck you for loving me. Riding on the metro