It is raining 

You are not there – four stops 

Trains are moving every second

You are not there – dripping drops 

It is complicated. 

Yet, dedicated to – you?  

Yes, you’d come out the tube 

And shine – four stops.

But your final stop is before

Just before, the night. 

But I’ll be there. 

Like the moon and its phases 

Four a year. Like a flowers bloom. 

Like pencils and sprays

Drawing a portrait full of colours: 

I’ll be there. Just wait. Four stops!

The final stop is always calmer. 
Ticiele de Camargo©

 Final Stop, July, 2016.