Signal

The train cannot get clearance to the station;
No more can I have access to my love.
And as it sits in sight of destination
So I am tortured by the prospect of
An almost-present absence in my heart,
A hole down which all my emotion flows.
But as the train can never close the part
Between it and the platform ere it goes,
I cannot heal the wound I feel without
Your kind permission to approach again
And cease to sob and sigh, complain and pout
Because I am with you. I promise then
My signal clearance granted, trainlike, I
Will close the gap as quickly as a sigh.