Train Journeys

Train journeys,

Any journey,

With us, It's in silence.

Most people talk,

yet we remain quiet.

Maybe I'm just no good at holding a decent conversation,

well I know that's bollocks,

as I can talk about anything!

Yet here we are,

sat silent in a train cart,

I don't think two people could sit further apart.

I'm staring out the window into the night,

yet it's my reflection that I see.

It's far too dark outside to view the scenery.

So I look at my reflection,

or for the tenth time read the sign on the wall.

We may as well be strangers,

We have hardly spoken at all.