searching for the words

I cannot remember exactly the words we chose so casually: leaving, letdown, loss, I think, nor can I remember now precisely how it started.

Some words are imprinted in my mind, spun out in a station car park at midnight, waiting for a train that never departed: words of betrayal, rejection, of concealment, of truth, of passion, and [that word] love.

The last word? Happiness.