That day, as he walked towards the train station with the weight of the world on his broken shoulders, he felt like his feet were trapped in bear traps which cut them deeper with every step that he took. His arms, which would hold and lift her up with ease, were barely able to lift the weight of his shirt’s sleeves. His closed eyes could no longer hold back the rivers striking them, and the dam broke and flooded his world. His heart was as empty as the quill that had written down all it could. He still kept going, because she was waiting for him, and in this life, it was his last chance to be with her.

“Life is the journey, not the destination”, he’d heard these words all his life, but that day he had found his destination and he wished he never had to leave that place. He saw her, with her face sunken between her palms, standing next to a pillar on platform number one of the train station. For a moment, he found his strength again and walked towards her, without pain. He held her in his arms and looked into her eyes. There was rain. It had been raining for a while now. We can’t really define emptiness. Its literal meaning is “the state of containing nothing”, but ask someone what that really means and you’ll get a hundred different meanings of the same word. That day as he walked towards her, he’d felt an emptiness that only he knew of. Yet, the moment he held her in his arms, it was gone. For him emptiness was not having her in his life anymore.

They made their way away from the world, towards the place they had made their home for the last many years. He used to tell her that he could not take his eyes off of her when they were together because the world he searched for was now in front of him and all that he desired was to admire this sight in his own heart, soaking in every ounce of her beauty. That day, knowing that it’ll be the last time he gets to see this world of his, everything else was literally a blur. He could only see one face in the crowd of millions and that face shone brighter than the sun beneath which they stood. His heart had never beaten fast when they were together, it would always calm down on the first sight of her, but that was a special day. So it sped faster than a river approaching a waterfall, and yet, there was no heartbeat in his chest.

They had spent the entire day together, reminiscing about the journey they’d had, looking at old photos and clicking a few new ones that would soon be obsolete. Then came the end, and it did end in tears. He’d promised himself not to cry when the journey ends, and he was known to always keep his promises. But this one he didn’t. They reached the same train station that he’d dropped her off at, over the past many years. Two hearts that were tied together with love, were ready to be ripped apart and be lost into oblivion. So, they finally surrendered. The love that had survived countless attempts at being broken apart by this very world, was finally ready to be shred to pieces. His gaze had not shifted from her face the entire day, and the last few moments approaching the end were the ones when there was no one else but her. He lost his entire existence in those final moments as he tried to keep that memory of her. No words were spoken, neither aloud nor silently. He just looked at every atom of her existence right in front of him and etched it all in his memory forever, for an eternity only he would know of. He’d given everything he could and more, to this fleeting love.

The train stopped, signaling an end to their journey. The destination was not easy. He held her in his arms for the final time and kissed her. As their lips parted, so did their souls. He looked into her eyes and filled them with oceans of his own, telling her to go. The first, and the last time, he’d told her to go, ever. And away she went, coming back to look at him one last time, only to leave again. Their love, that they had held on to for so long, finally fell into an abyss so deep, that there was no point of return. So did he.

“What for?”, he asked. “For love”, she replied
With those words, she left him there
The love he loved had died, was dead
And at the truth, he could not stare

She held back those waters, and walked away
Not showing him any tears of pain
Her heart, she left, on the tracks above
Of the good old Metro train

He hoped to see her come around
And round she came once more
But the waters had already begun to pass
Away, to the other shore

With the heavy heart, of his empty love
He left the station door
On reaching the platform, up above
Her heart wasn’t there anymore.