Two strangers meet on a commuter train, fall into something easy and rare, and then a phone call on a beautiful spring day ends everything in a single sentence. Written in the aftermath of tragedy, Neale deliberately leaves the loss unnamed — and in doing so, makes it everyone's loss.

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The train I took from work, it was always packed
I saw an empty seat and then I saw you smiling back
And every day for a week, we rode and shared our story
I was grinning ear to ear when you said, “Let’s get coffee.”
‘Cause I just want to talk to you
I just want to talk to you
I just want to talk to you again
We took our time as we watched the world rush by
The sound of your sweet voice became my lullaby
Perfectly matched, the perfect set of bookends
Not just lovers but we became the best of friends
And I just want to talk to you
I just want to talk to you
I just want to talk to you again
That spring day, I’m waiting outside our favorite cafe
My phone rings, “Yes, that’s me. There must be some mistake.
Are you sure it’s her? Must be some mistake.”
Today, I should go out, pick up some things from the store
Clean the house, do some wash, empty out some drawers
Maybe I’ll plant some flowers, maybe I’ll return some calls
Maybe I’ll just stay in bed staring at these four walls
‘Cause I just want to talk to you
I just want to talk to you
I just want to talk to you again