on the platform
a cold breeze blows
between us,
raven hair obscuring
your face.
tourists cluster in twos
and threes as i stare
at my feet,
unable to meet
your gaze.
but i feel the weight
of your leaving
for a future
i can’t yet hope
to fathom.
you call my name
as tears
fall like rain,
the train pulling
into the station.
