On the upper berth.

On a journey to my native  I embark,
A place where I'm yet to make my mark.
With my earphones plugged in, I lay on my back..
Lost in the music as the train changes track.
Of all the thoughts, my mind raced towards her..
I knew,the less I thought about her, the better.
We were meant to grow old together,
We would have, if only she did not leave me forever.
I've looked up at the skies and have raised my voice,
He did not respond, nor leave me a choice.
Left me... with a limp in my walk,
A reason to wear.. only one sock.
With sorrow and grief, my pockets so deep..
Wishing her good night, I fell asleep.