Rain on the station glass Last train breathing steam You left your gloves on the bench Like two white birds asleep A note in the teacup Lipstick by my name Half past midnight Where the river turns So I ran past shuttered cinemas Past saints in colored light Your voice kept flickering in me Like a radio at night Where the river turns You were waiting in blue City full of windows Moon coming through Nothing moved for a minute Till the dark grew warm I found you again Where the river turns You had your brother’s suitcase Postcards in your coat A key with no more door A ferry ticket folded once We walked through empty arcades Milk trucks in the dawn Every puddle held the sky Every lamp lit our way Where the river turns You were waiting in blue City full of windows Moon coming through Nothing moved for a minute Till the dark grew warm I found you again Where the river turns You said I nearly married silence I nearly let you fade Then I saw us in a shopfront And the glass looked like a wave We laughed like children stealing morning From the hands of the town When the first boat called We did not turn around Where the river turns We stepped into the blue City falling backward Morning coming through Nothing gone, only changing Like the tide, like a word I found you again Where the river turns Rain on the station glass Dawn breaking the silence One glove in my pocket Your hand at my side © 2026 Synkov LLC. All rights reserved.
