Hello, I hope that you are well!
I'm writing from the station.
I've got a little more to tell
As I start my vacation.
For you may not have heard my sigh
The last time that we said goodbye.

I saw those flowers that you got
And hid with such a bother.
I know that the address was not
For sister or for brother.
Red roses meant for other soul—
How could you think that we'd stay whole?

My train is here, I won't delay.
I'm boarding as I write now.
There's more that I don't need to say,
More than I can requite now.
As I set off along the track,
Take heed that I may not be back.