Leaving the platform,
we leave our lives behind…
Whomever we’re leaving
and wherever we’re headed
the stranger for now,
holds us captive
with glances and judgment.
The carriage is like a waiting room
are of more interest
than posters of decease
or landscape print.
The student opposite shuffles
and closes towards the window
pretending to read what she already has read
appearing threatened by your invasion.
Thoughts of reassuring her are halted
by dread of a misunderstanding
so, you turn and face your reflection
and home in on a flock of sheep.
A slowing down brings a village spire into view
and you muse at the many births,
marriages and departures
that would have kept the population constant.
Though the empty seat by your side
brings concern at the screech of wheels
at what deviant,
smelly, unkept murderer
might breathe stale beer in your direction.
Or maybe some overbearing hooligan
with a fistful of hate
might open conversation
with views you don’t share.
Whatever, whomever, you encounter
control cannot return until the door opens
at the town on your ticket…
So, when leaving the train
remember to mind the gap
between your life and the void.