Gas station

At a gas station,
You were so brave,
You didn’t cry,
You fought the tears,
And said goodbye.

The sun was setting and an icy wind passed me by,
One quick look of you,
Just enough to imprint the one you leave behind into your head one last time,
Quick enough before your tears drop and you start to cry.

At this gas station, beneath the orange sign,
Our paths would eventually divide,
The smell of fuel and the stinging sadness,
Were burning in my eyes.

So, this is it.
You left me standing at a gas station,
Beneath the orange sign,
And while you drove off, I heard it crack,
It was then,  I realized that you were never ever gonna look back…

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