Melle Westerhuis - Underground

Walking backwards as you stay there
Doors close. I see you through the glass
Bright lights on woman in grey

Taking down the steps. Getting underground.
Doors open. Taking your hand to hold on.
A journey in a tender warm world.

On a platform in between arriving and leaving
Where order and time seem meaningless
Not ready to let the image of you go.

Melle Westerhuis

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