I remember a sad town
And a cold night,
And the lit window of a train...
And that train departing
Taking away something of me;
I no longer remember when...
I no longer remember who;
But I do remember that it was a trip
For a lifetime,
And that the last gesture
Was a gesture of disdain
Because it left behind it's love
Without farewell...
Like a suitcase,
Left on the platform

--Luis Cernuda