Dying of the Light

Blur

Trains

It is a Wednesday afternoon 

Hot and humid

The station is full, even though it's only 2

The wind whooshes as a train thunders down 

In a blur –

Then there is a baby

Chirping on its mother's shoulder

Drooling on her new green sweater

But she is unaware,  or perhaps she does not mind.

Sitting across 

There is a girl – 

With blonde haired two plaits

Flicking through the pages of a novel

Seeming to be lost in its world

But really, she is trying to absorb the atmosphere

The feeling of being surrounded.

Blur –

As the train races through again

Carrying with it the scenes of humanity.

She is alone now again

In a station full of people

Waiting.

Finally, her train comes

A sigh of relief  

She sees an empty in between two women

She is assured. 

At the next stop he comes in,

With that familiar orange vest

And the seductive smell

Of bricks and paint. 

And sits next to her

Blur –

The screen above calls out the name of her town

The man next to her smiles as she gets off –

She smiles back.

Blur –

The man disappears, but the girl still smiles to herself 

For there is nothing quite like catching the 2pm train 

On a Wednesday afternoon.