The Expatriate (Parts I–II)

At the end of my tether

With the weather

July drizzle diluting my coffee

Rooting my desire to fly away

Boarding the slowest train

Raindrops swimming

On the window pane

Each as unlikely

As a million blue moons

Crashing through the ceiling to swoon

Over me, the only survivor, finally free

Oh believe me

By now I would've fled

Had my heart not become

A shooting star of soft lead

I always envisioned

My lover's face fading

In an hourglass

Because like me she knows

It's impossible to even start

A global game of hide

And seek for two

Where the continents

Don't drift in the way

That they used to

So I can play no part

I will play no part

Can't you see

There's no place for me

And I will play no part