A man had been hit by a speeding train.

Secret tears shed, by a woman in pain.

Hidden deep in the pocket of her coat.

She clung on to his final desperate note.

Six black cars, through the Town, crept.

Friends they asked her, why she wept.

Her answer was one she couldn’t reveal.

She loved that man, true love to finally feel.

No flowers in her hand, not wearing black.

A thousand tears, she tried to hold back.

To her empty life, she went home that day.

To her husband and 2 kids, nothing to say.

On top of his note, she struggled to sleep.

Their secret love affair, her struggle to keep.