Begin Again

There could be a station here,

but the smell of autumn blocks

the memory of the tracks we've

travelled down

and in the frowning wind I unpin

the forgotten things from your coat

leave them on the bench

and start walking...

Sometimes I think it is

but the river tells me different,

when I reach its glass banks

the light fading faster than everything

and the owl in its remembered courtyard

telegraphs a message as

you sleep under blankets

and in the frowning wind I unpin

the forgotten things from your coat

place them on the bench

and begin again,

walking away from you...