Behind the yellow line

a cold wind from the east

comes in off the river

it tears through the gaps

in the concrete walls

 

it tears through anyone

getting in its way

 

people

everywhere

pushing against it

moving quickly

to escape

 

If I put an arm around you

would you draw me close

for all I know

it might be what you want

 

but those clues

elude me

 

are we at the point

of a missed opportunity

are you my friend

or are you my lover

are you the one

or just one of the others

 

I don’t want to be the one

who stands back

when the train’s approaching

playing it safe

behind the yellow line

 

 

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