What am I doing here?
A lonely traveller,
seasick on the concrete waves.
Seas I know, but my feet
don't feel the pull of tides.
Just pavements
under darkened skies.
Cuddles on the last train.
She sleeps aslumber on his shoulder,
as he watches the rain racing
with the bracing wind.
Tumbling
down the windowpane.
Content. He sits.
Listens to the purr
of her breath,
delicate near his cheek.
Feels the soft heat
like a blanket kiss.
What am I doing?
Trawling these lands,
when I'd rather
be swimming
in your eyes
under moonlit nights.
Cuddles on the
last train, before
gentle nudging.
Awake again.
The rain has ceased,
they alight the train.
Carriage empty of life,
it sits deplete.
All I feel is empty sadness
and the ache of my feet.
Through misty eyes
I watch the tracks sail by.
Alone. Just a traveller
with no journey of his own.
What am I doing here?
Comfort feels so far away.
Fear sits beside me, cuddles up close.
Breathes cold air in my ear,
I feel an icy tear
tumbling down my cheek.
Racing the rain
that has started
to trace the windows again.
As I pull into arrivals
I wonder will this fear depart.
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