Somewhere a phone is ringing,
someone is getting on a train
one connection; generations -
shoes hushed off by the door.

Evening is being unpicked again,
unstitched and shushed through
the lounge; nervous of the needle,
close to the station, he jumps

into his name again. Her finger
dials the numbers; sensing
the hole in his heart.
In the scale of a second,

her call is answered;
he kisses the points on her map.