Where

I saw your name on a wall in Lancaster
Sprayed in luminous green,
Then carved into the wood of a bench in Heysham
Which I slept on for a few hours one night.
I saw it again on a bus,
Morecambe to the Infirmary,
Scrawled there by a desperate hand.
I was following you by then.
The next day I was eating plastic food
In a plastic cafe, seeking you out,
Searching for your name;
I thought I saw someone like you
But then I was gone again.
We were supposed to meet here,
At this time,
But the drunk perched on the fountain
Told me that you had already left,
Causing me to check my watch
And realise that I’ve been running an hour behind.
I keep seeing the echo of your face
On every pitch-black window of this train
And I keep freezing in my tracks
And looking back again,
Hoping that it’s a few months ago
And everything is us the same.
I keep wondering whether you’ll remember
If I ever get to ask,
If you remember saying:
“Once you’ve met someone, you’ll have always met”
That night we went to the cinema with a hip-flask
And got kicked-out half-way through, 86’d,
Told the manager to “fuck off” then made a swift exit.
I’m remembering everything now
Now the station is drawing near,
With no other luggage and no more regrets to clear.
I see your name scrawled in the condensation
Of the door-window as I leave the train,
Then set my sights upon Beachy Head
And to never seeing you again.