As I turned the corner
you faded onto the night
like the closing doors
of the tube train carriage.
You were
flowing away under
the city,
I was standing
waiting,
watching
the currents
of train rivers.
Like a bass tuned too deep,
my inaudible weeps
creep and mingle with
the sound of the underground.
Seeping into brittle bones.
I sit beside the tracks,
on the platform throne,
eyes to the ground,
no crown to own.
Nowhere to go.
Just a lone traveller
in a city with nowhere to turn.
Eyes glazed
with salty tears,
blur the vision,
trains smear
through the dark.
like oil on a canvas,
a work of art.
Colour and texture,
painted onto black.
Blending
like the bending
sounds of the tunnels
echoing back.
A dull echo.
A feint hello
or one final goodbye,
who knows?
I wipe away the tear,
remembering the kiss
that brought me here.
Led by dreams,
I let myself blend
into the moonlight
like the bending
sounds
of the underground,
echoing
through the night.
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