

Last train
sliding
through my mind
Rain on the rail,
silver on stone
I read the board,
but the names are gone
Your coat in the glass for a second stays Then drifts with
the doors and the freighted haze I keep one thought like a
ticket stub
Soft in my hand,
nearly rubbed away
Platform air, hold me there
One old phrase in the station air
Coming close, then gone again
You were almost here
I can feel it near Like a name cut short
When
the doors draw clear
You were almost here
Then you disappeared Still the line runs on
And I
keep you near
Static on the tannoy bends the time
A broken vowel hanging in the grime Streetlight water trembles at my
feet Night keeps folding every passing beat
I don't chase what already moved along
I just learn the shape of an unfinished song Stay with the
hum
Stay till the dawn
Half of a word Half of it gone
You were almost here
I can feel it near
Like a name cut short When the doors draw clear You were
almost here Then you disappeared Still the line runs on
And I keep you near
Almost here Still near