I found our train tickets Inside your winter coat Two seats for Sunday morning To a town beside the sea I left them near the kettle And fed the waiting cat She ate without looking up I almost envied that I bought them that Tuesday While waiting for the bus Two returns, a cheap hotel Some desperate bet on us We never had the shouting That travelled through the walls We had the careful silence That filled the kitchen halls You asked me what was wrong I told you, "Nothing much" And watched you dry the glasses I couldn't bear to touch My keys beside the pennies My coat across the chair I left before that Sunday The tickets stayed in there I thought I'd hear your footsteps For weeks after you'd gone It was the pipes at midnight Then traffic before dawn Sunday came anyway I missed you before ten By noon I cursed the silence Then wanted you again At four I laughed at something And startled our old cat Sunday came anyway I wasn't ready for that Sunday came anyway Anyway, anyway Sunday came anyway And I was still here The tickets lasted six weeks Beneath my shopping list The ink had smudged a little Where my thumb had pressed I thought I'd feel something When I threw them away But the milk was nearly finished And the shops closed at eight I put them with the papers And went to buy some bread I passed our favourite restaurant And looked across the street I passed the station Thursday The sign still missed its R You laughed about that once While sitting in my car I nearly sent a picture You would've understood the joke We might have talked till midnight About everything but us I stood there with my phone The screen reflected my face A woman asked the time I told her I was late The train was running twenty The platform smelled of rain I put my phone away And let the moment stay I kept expecting something To make the ending clear I thought about apologising But never called that year The hardest thing about leaving Was knowing what was good Sunday came anyway I missed you before ten By noon I cursed the silence Then wanted you again At four I laughed at something And startled our old cat Sunday came anyway I wasn't ready for that Sunday came anyway Anyway, anyway Sunday came anyway And I was still here I still remember dancing With no music on You knew the stupid lyrics To every dreadful song Those nights were really ours And so were all the others The good days weren't pretend The bad ones weren't either I don't know what happened To people who were us We learned each other's habits And somehow lost our trust Sunday came anyway I still miss you sometimes Not every passing Sunday Not the whole day through At four I laughed at something And didn't feel ashamed Sunday came anyway And I let myself stay Sunday came anyway Anyway, anyway Sunday came anyway And I was still here The kettle starts to click The cat is at my feet I never took that train I wonder if you did I wonder if you did…
