Lines

Between two lines

Both above and below

Runs a place inbetween

Home and heart

Hearth and home

And with a whispering whistle

And a screeching stop

A pulling out undertone

There lies about

On its face

A most impatiently placed seat of grace

As we wait here and say

To purselves being

At all at once unseeing, alone

Trust me

Dearest place

There is this a train station

And one day soon

No more here, we'll be home