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




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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