Train stations are my favourite destination For genuine goodbyes, Tighter handshakes than usual Or salty eyes with smiles.
These dull dull floors are soaked In pressure from stormy feet, Longer hugs and the precious minutes Where lovers meet in aisles.
Platforms frown, glance at the clock, In forty seconds the deck is a full stack. The conductor, with the eyelash on his fist Blows it away, around the bend. Why didn't you look back?