05-23 Haunted

I've felt this rain before.

I've felt this rain before,
like a passing cold whisper,
that brushes my lips,
in a crowded train station,
surrounded by uniforms,
decked in green and grey,
slipping like shadows between the cracks,
and creases of our brims,
in windows reflecting nothing,
but a few lines,
and a shift,
in the way our feet,
hesitate,
on the platform.

I've felt this rain before.

I want to turn around.
But I stop.
Your hand on my shoulder.
I stop.
In the rain,
coming down,
I don't look,
can, not, look,
behind,
and not see you there,
in this rain,

will you always follow me?

I know this rain.
Please.
Let me,
turn around,
Let me,
turn around,
Let me,
hand on my shoulder,
whisper in the crowd,
shadow on the platform,

Go.