At The Platform

The trains stopped coming

twenty years ago.

But still you wait,

hands deep into your pockets

watching the minutes

on a clock stuck

at ten past eight in the morning

from a year only you remember.

I have taken to waiting with you.

Who knows,

perhaps I am the fool.


A quick poem for this weeks Poetics Night at the Poets Pub. Thank you to Bjorn for the prompt.

I feel like my poems are becoming a bit samey at the moment so I might give this prompt another go in a bit. See if I can write something a little less mournful.


  1. I absolutely love the tenderness in this line:
    “I have taken to waiting with you.”

    If a fool, then one who is investing in something wonderful.


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