That lost, bewildered look she loved:
So why, today, was he a wreck?
“Forget the night”, she said again.
They fell in drops about her feet,
Those heavy tears, they fell inside.
She made her smile for one last time:
It formed a line about her lips
Which wasn’t there the day before.
The first he knew she’d walked away,
A rueful cast upon her frown.
So there he stood, alone and cold:
He wished he’d worn a better shirt.
He wished he had a clever line.
The platform span and she was gone.
Journal Entry (24/11/1998)
The rain is falling heavily today. We’ve had days of frost in the mornings, but today it’s grey and a little misty. The people are mainly huddled under the covers in the station. Even the ones who prefer to be on their own first thing. There is such a loneliness about the place today. I’m writing and my breath is steaming up the window so I can’t see out. Everything seems still (even on the train). I think things might be about to change in some way.
Photography by Cheryl Garner (2013)
Poetry by thecheesewolf (2013)
Train Journal by Gavin Jones (1998)