She boards with a push, the wind moss and rose. 

She doesn’t slow down and she doesn't explain.

She keeps moving on because regret is her name. 

She is never alone, her bags packed tight, weighed down and heavy. 

They all come aboard carrying her name, the ticket for one and one in the same, with all the stories of those whom she brang. 

The world is flashing with the past in her eyes but you will not see the hurt inside. 

Earth and ash, sun and moon. 

The passengers they travel, together they stand. 

A glance, his face is familiar, he closes his eyes. 

Her scent, only a memory.

The view is flashing with the past in his eyes. 

They all come aboard carrying his name, the ticket for one and one in the same, with all the stories of those whom he brang.