Stations

You have your world now clearly
And in more dreams are mine,

Yet I think about you dearly
Through all this time to time.

I’ve dreamt about your station
And signals twice last night,

It’s under builders’ scaffolding
Paused for snow and ice.

Our hands in gloves touched briefly
Then reverted towards the night,

For days go on without you,
Though I search with all my might.

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