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Girl at Bangor Station

by  nickb

Posted: Monday, March 09, 2009
Word Count: 195
Summary: A brief encounter




From a distance I saw you,
sat at the far end of the platform, wrapped
against the cold.
Intrigued, I walked your way,
drawn by some compulsion,
casting wary glances.

You were locked in thought, as if not quite sure
of your heading, gazing out over the rails
and roofs, seeing something I did not.
Feeling the winter sunís compassion
you turned your head, shut your eyes to draw it in.
You smiled at the tender, tranquil warmth
with such verve, such life .

Why could I not take my eyes away?
What connection made me dote and
cast caring prophecies to the wind?
A careless, animal attraction with
no expectation, and elation
clinging to my separate road.

I stared for minutes until nearby a
blackbird sang his heart,
loud and clamouring. Coming round you
caught my eye but did not see me,
and moments later the song of the rails
predicted departure. As you rose
your phone bleeped a text, and
giggling you boarded the train,
your journey now seeming certain, your
heading straight and true.

Watching your face I think
I guessed your message,
which left me smiling in the sweet
Winter sun.