Bob Blackwell - Separations

Water streaming,
drops fall, drip, drip,
they trickle down.

Grey fog, mist
swirls around,
a dark, dark night.

Cold and damp,
the blackest hour,
gives out a chill.

A smudge appears,
an orange glow lights
up a flash of steel.

Waiting, waiting,
missing warmth,
missing hope.

Separations bad,
you feel alone,
it isn’t fair.

Hug, move close,
then a sound echo’s
through the fog.

Heart drops,
shapes on platform,
shuffling feet.

A final kiss,
a hug, a cry,
a wave goodbye.

Moving now,
wave looks small,
a teardropp falls.

Bob Blackwell

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