On Platform Two of Basingstoke Station One Night in October

By TheShyAssassin

Sun, 14 Oct 2018
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Trains, on a Saturday night.
They thunder in. Pause for a while.
They thunder out.
 
They carry the lost and the loveless.
Through the black dark to a hoped-for home.
 
A girl. A boy.
So matched. So shy. So lonely.
 
A hundred more miles to Manchester.
As silent they gaze at the luring lights of Reading, then Oxford.
 
And they muse, alone with their thoughts.
 
Are kisses in Birmingham?
Caresses in Stoke?
 
Travelling they say, is better than arriving.
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Submitted by HarryC on

Enjoyed this.  I know that feeling.  Arrivals are often a disappointment.

Submitted by Nolan on

Life is a journey they say, a romance that could have been &