Loving is saying goodbye

I can't see your face in the haze of the taxi smoke
something falls between us before you can even roll the windows up
"we never belonged" and you believe it.
You, colours against the drab
look on and forward, here's a memory where
the two parties remember nothing specific ten years down the line
but the distance, and the heat that evaporated
I'm sorry I couldn't see your face back then, but I knew
I didn't need to.