Train Station

pitch darkness obscures
the tracks
iron circles
rotate
halt

windows misty
condensation
dark & chilled
winters night
bustling platform
people
scurry

collars high
buckled coats
homeward bound to hearth
warmth cosy lamplit rooms
whistle blows
moths flicker
to the lights

newspapers dance
on impervious floors
strangers touched
electric
tingles

shoulder brushed shoulder
I walked five steps
turned
you did the same
instant
attraction
amongst the strangers
going home

boarding
leaving
lives of their own duties forgotten
a stare unbroken
veiled fog
you were gone
we were drawn
for mere moments
as moths to the light

I haven’t written for a few days and I am not working tomorrow, so please indulge me while I take advantage of my relaxed state to write a post or two… the above was in my head for 2 days…I had to release it before I could go on.

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8 thoughts on “Train Station

    • I can’t remember the last time I was on a train Bec, but I had this is my head, thank you sweet, I am glad I was able to ‘transport you’…did you catch the post WordPress Family Award? xx 🙂

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