Occasionally you would turn to my direction but not looking at me,
because I’m a little below your normal eye view,
but I can tell you I’ve already missed you.

You are wearing the gray checked shirt with white checked tie,
a black backpack so tight clutched on your right arm,
I only wish that at least your other hand could touch me some.

I couldn’t wait till you reach your station,
because my destination is here I have to go,
so I look one last time and turn my head saying no.