November – Eva Weggelaar

After the warm and crowded train
mist curls around you
just passing through
with nothing to explain

Through the cracks between fog and frost
the space between falling leaves and a wet street
looking for someone to meet
around corners, opportunities, lost

A second-hand café
serving hot ginger tea
and another memory
that mustn’t slip away
Only when it’s near
is it good to be alone
so you try to catch it on the phone:
don’t leave me here

The scent of smoke and vanilla fills the air
as you keep moving around
going over the same ground
after something, surely, right there

Not waiting for the last train
an empty shell
waiting for the bell
unable to explain
©Eva Weggelaar