I will take with me the cold wind
shaking at the spattered windows,
the steam and sudden trembling
at each gust of leaves and light,
the color of this night surrounded
by shadows, and the sound of trains.
You I can only remember.
And all my world becomes the world
outside my window, a dim desire
that frames reality and you
from all the rest.
you will have lost my face
among the faces gathered at the rail,
by now you will have lowered
both your eyes and voice
so that you cannot see
these sad, unfinished thoughts
pressed close against the glass,
these eyes full of fear
and desperation, searching for you
like a thief.
And I cannot call out, or ask
what suddenness has gripped this heart,
can only feel your arms
about me once again, as if it all
were nothing, and the night
And you were here.