Impressions chosen from another time

First time we met

My heart missed a beat.

I am still looking for it

in the lost-and-found section

of this deserted station,

ice-cold as this steel

that’s holding me still.

That’s true, I am waiting for you

Cannot deny, that much is the truth;

and my heart beats and beats and beats

sinking even deeper into my chest.

You’ll come, you won’t come

That much I don’t know:

elated frustrated tormented

I wait and wait and wait

ready to run into your arms

before this frozen grip wins me

and I lay on this cold grey floor

of this deserted station

listening to the last beat of my heart.