Unless

He sits in the desert
By the tracks
Waiting
Trains come by, but
They don't stop
They won't stop
Not just for him
Not unless he finds a station.

He sits in the circle
Waiting
The candles lit
The signs drawn
The potion ready, but
They won't come
Not to him
Not unless he calls them

I sit beside you
Waiting
But you won't
Not unless I

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