Deepline - Beyond Departure

Nothing here belongs to leaving
Not the room key
Not the early train
You read departures like a warning
But every arrow opens
Around your name
Hey
Elevator numbers cross your cheekbones
Rain coats drying over
Borrowed chairs
You fold the border
Print it on the ticket
Until the world fits
Underneath your hand
First trains tremble underneath the station
Pending lights
Returned along the wall
You make no promises
Beyond the checkout
Still the distance loses
All its grammar
Passport ink thinning at the edges
Platform clocks
Refusing to agree
We keep choosing
What cannot be measured
Until arrival stops
Requiring a place
Hey