Empty Stations

I listen

To empty stations

And the sound

Of you there

An echo

Left on the dial

Paused

In between

Midnight broadcasts

Midnight broadcasts

Your voice like white noise.

You say, “we are passing away,”

I know

It’s only goodbye

You say, “we are passing away,”

But, I won’t miss you

I won’t miss you.

I listen

To empty stations

And the sound

Of you there

An echo

Left in the tunnel

On a train

That never comes.

Midnight broadcasts

Your touch like red rust.

You say, “we are passing away,”

I know

It’s only goodbye

You say, “we are passing away,”

But I won’t miss you

I won’t miss you.

Your voice like white noise

I won’t miss you

I won’t miss you

Your voice like white noise

I won’t miss you

I won’t miss you

Your voice like white noise

A kiss in the tunnels

I won’t miss you

I won’t miss you

I won't miss you.