A Station Bench

by Emily Page

Empty station. A train from the City leaving.
Not a soul is there. Just you and me.
Arm in arm and hand in hand,
We weave our way to the other platform.

A station bench, cold, hard and unforgiving.
But you are soft and warm, leaning against me.
Sweet togetherness, eyes trained ahead of us,
You rest your head on mine.

What thoughts ran through your head that night?
Did you share them then with me?
I listened, but words are since forgotten.
Our train arrives. A moment lost forever.

© Emily Page

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