From the moment your train pulled in

rails grating

I couldn’t wait to stand on this platform again.

And here we are a weekend later

days which I spent with the heavy weight of the sand timer circling my shoulders

looking forward to my head hitting the pillow each night like a brick

signalling your departure as

one clock face closer.

I dodge the ring of your arms

the sweaty cage of your limbs in the coat far too thick for this time of year.

We make plans to see each other soon;

Next time, I’ll have an excuse.