The twilight was luminous
then swallowed in shadows
and sitting on a bench I watch
the platform turn to gold.

The beating in my body won't
slow down to keep time with
the throb of a name in my head,
and it's footsteps; heel-toe 

heel-toe they inch towards me
and a place in my heart where I must
have made room. At the station
with a name and the trains

in my ears, I feel the footsteps stop.