Departure from platform 0

Melancholic caresses
call for swallowed lumps in my throat,
under the merciless light
of a departure sign.
Echoing footsteps fade away
into the hurried and crowded station

A thousand goodbyes lay like encrypted pebble stones on the floor,
We depart
And there it was
I saw it hiding
behind a seat in an empty train

I felt its presence on the deserted platform
I could hear its sound
resembling the far ticking of a broken station clock.

I am certain it was following me
the minute we waved goodbye.

Every time and more and more
it is making itself visible,
even tangible.

I try to ignore it while
it creeps up from behind

I close my eyes and try to remember
the softness of her skin
her fierce features
covering her velvet soul
her salty tears I kissed away

I try to remember.

The journey continues
but the trip has ended.

Through the window on my right
on the platform at my opposite side
I see how it waves to me
as its train departs

I look away,
as I always do
knowing that it awaits me
when I arrive.