A few belongings are packed into two shopping bags,
she closes the door for good, on the life that she once had.
The taxi is waiting patiently to take her to the station,
she gets in, he drives off, without no hesitation.
The booking office is busy, she joins the growing queue,
with only minutes to spare, she gets her ticket, for the train that is now due.
She walks along the platform, then slowly climbs the stairs,
crosses the cast iron bridge, while the breeze ruffles her hair.
The train arrives at the station, and she waits to get on board,
the alighting passengers pushing past her, without a care in the world.
She takes her seat, removes her coat, puts her bags upon the floor,
then stares out of the window, as the engines start to roar.
The train gathers speed as it leaves the station behind,
small children are waving, she waves back, just to be kind.
She now starts to feel nervous, for what the future holds,
has she made the right decision, a shiver sends her cold.
She stretches out her legs and tries to get some sleep,
for the journey ahead is long, and an appointment she must keep.
But there’s too much on her mind and all she can do is rest,
but although deprived of sleep, she tries hard to look her best.
The sun stars to set, the light begins to fade,
Never before has she felt so positive, about the decision she has made.
For waiting at the station, eagerly pacing the platform floor,
the new love of her life, the one she’s been yearning for.
The train comes to a halt, and our passenger alights,
she runs into his arms, then they walk off into the night.
At last they are together, and she will soon become his wife,
and completely forgotten her past, the cause of so much strife.
© RHV 22/03/11
I took the accompanying photograph back in Feb ’08, at Dawlish Station in Devon, and wanted to write something to go with it.
I finally done it.
Hope you like it.