The bar across the city end called lover

We were waiting for your dream car,
While we could have boarded that train.
You wanted to drive to the bar we could call lover.
You were waiting for your ride,
You kept waiting,
And I rode away on my pain.
This train.

Lately I have been listening to Death Cab For Cutie‘s TRANSATLANTICISM a lot. My interpretation of the song is that of distances between loved ones. Be it between family members, friends or two lovers or any person that we have made acquaintance at some point of time. But life is in accelerating move; which is escalating even more at this age; taking people adrift from the ones they call family, friend and love. I think my poem above, whose interpretation I leave free to your imagination, is somehow inspired by this realization that we are drifting away from the ones we love.
“I NEED YOU SO MUCH CLOSER”