If I had your smile awaiting me...

If I had your smile awaiting me,
the train would recite,
across the flat fields of Europe,
the syllables of your name.

If I had your smile awaiting me,
I would whisper your name to myself
amid the noisy queues
of unwilling returnees
and passionate foreign couples,
and would smile with self-satisfaction.

Or if I had your frown awaiting me,
reproaching me for failing to send a message,
or failing to return by the appointed day,
the trivial little complains
that prove true love,
I would laugh at us both.

But I have nothing of you,
only the turn of your head
on the other side of Europe
And I was more foolish yet.
Captive to a longing across a 
thousand kilometres as though 
only a street-breadth away...