Now Leaving From Platform Sixteen

Our shoulders stagger a stepped mountain range,
mine tucked into a crevice of your erupting form.

Rumble tracked, this journey takes us back;
half terms, steam, soot and rumpled sandwiches.

Dot to dots pass time, lines snake undulations
as the hills roll their eyes, heavenwards.

Once, your iris's floated on glass panes
reflected beyond the world, mirrored on it.

Now, your gaze rests, light as snow, on my face,
as we race to adventure, at a pace of our own.