Halfway

Original Post: 6/20/08 at 11:41 PM

I met a girl in Japan
Who let me hold her hand
We met every other day
Down by the subway train

One day I could not go
As I looked at my globe of snow
I saw her waiting by the track
Wondering if she should go back

After work, I ran to the station
Having no real destination
Wind whipped through the doors
My brown shoes slapping the floor

I stumbled onto the street
Looking at the lights before me
My hand reached up to the neon blue
I wonder if she saw it too

From the crowd, I stood
As a gentle voice cooed:

"Slipping through the doors of the train
On a one-way ticket going anywhere
I leave a note on your windowpane
Asking you to meet me halfway there"