We stepped onto the platform in a mild november,
The air was refreshing and
Smooth,
Laughter filled flirtations together,
Looking at the countdown,
Waiting for that journey.
Then it arrived, stepped on in unison,
We knew where the stops might come,
We at yet didn't know the final destination
But as long as our bodies were alligned on this
carriage we felt no care in the world,
We didn't need to bother to read the health and safety.
Constantly we listened to the destination being repeated
and we ourselves began to recite it
We hung close, but before I could reach over to kiss you..
BANG!
A sudden stop,
A call to a station not on the schedule.
I shifted a seat away to look out the window,
I read the station sign, watched out to the scenery.
Familiar it was, but I didn't expect it on this trip.
How strange?
Minutes we did wait, both anxious, but only a few metres apart
did our bodies make and then it continued.....
We thought this journey might go along smoother,
how many more other unplanned stops could it make?
The driver can't be drunk,
The weather is only good.
This was neither peak time, nor was the carriage empty.
But alas,
More waits occured, more silences,
My legs jolted in anticipation, frustration,
so did yours,
but you never let go of my hand.
Then it continued.
But I am anxious still, scared a little,
I hate the unknown,
You felt my nerves, and you tried to calm me.
I just looked at the other passengers,
so quiet and still,
And I felt like nobody was understanding me, not even
you.
BANG.
You let go of my hand.
Darkness was approaching,
Ourselves hidden in blackness,
I could still hear your breath,
You could still hear my heart beating,
I could still hear the motions of the engine,
but without clear vision, clear mind,
Alone did we both feel,
Your began to see no one else quaking,
And fell into dismay.
You moved into another seat staring
aimlessly out at the darkness...
Annoucement - train back on track.
An obstruction on the line.
Phew!
I wiped my brow, and looked over.
Still you sat there in the dimness.
We then both knew despite what we have just founded,
This journey would be delayed,
And the dark blue would still be with us for a while.
Yet I reach over,
Clasp your hand,
Kiss your lips,
I am still here,
for though it is delayed
This is not a journey's end.