One-way Ticket (new title) final...

[TranquillityBase]

It’s cold here
but it shouldn't be
in mid-May.
 
The low whistle
of the early train leaving
wakes me in the dim light.

In the distance                       Somewhere (?)
a dog cries begging
to be let back in.
 
Covers tugged tight
to my chin, I listen
to birds barter for love.
 
My feet searching
the chill only to settle
each for the other.

Twenty-five years
it would have been
mid-May.

Bryn,
Like this edit, you've added some nice detail.  I do feel like maybe there should be another stanza, just before the ending stanza.  I'm not sure what I want it to say exactly, but I want one more hint about why those feet are alone in bed, or what else is happening to the narrator.
TqB