Waiting at the empty station
After the last day's left
Listening for the arrival
Of the next new night
In that little space between
The chaos of the world
And the kindness of the stars
Stopping everything for a few
Conscious moments to look
Into the maps of the faces we love
Before the future sweeps us away
Huffing and puffing into the station
We immigrants bound for eternity
We faithful friends of time
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