I was standing
On the station
I had nothing left to say –
When the sunshine
Turned to darkness
And the shadow lost its way –
I looked beyond
To find it
And over my shoulder gently –
He pressed the button
Took the stairs instead
And then he disappeared –
There was a rock
On the step
His foot pressed hard against it –
Awkwardly he fell
Turning his ankle
Left then right –
Help; he shouted
Out at no-one
As they walked with purpose past him –
They turned their
Heads away
Like anonymity was King –
It took
Ad infinitum
For the woman to approach him –
And ask him
What was wrong
Why was he lying on the ground –
Can’t you see;
I am distressed
I need someone to help me –
Don’t chide me
Stop your scolding;
She was dumfounded by his tone –
As she stood
And turned to leave
He grabbed her arm with force –
Stop, let go;
She demanded
With a strength of steel –
His hand retracted
From her arm
It touched her supple palm with meaning –
Was she his
Newfound shadow
In the darkness of the evening –
Lurching forward
Beating resistance
Sensing sincerity would play –
As the siren on the platform sounded
Alerting thousands of commuters
It was time to board their train –
He still lay there
Holding hands
No longer feeling any pain.
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