platform 12

hey you
standing on your toes
waiting for the train
waiting for a special
to sudden itself
into your life

coffee whitens your breath
to the winter air
dark eyes don’t fool
i see your warmth
i see your passion
and fire
looking for a place
to call home

the train comes
and the doors close
on the whistle stop
whisks up your hair
whisks you away
and my smile is turned
and down

dissolving echos
across empty concrete
billboard walls
stripped of feeling
stripped of life
bereft of company
i sit and wait
for the 4:27


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