Melts in the dark

by John Smallshaw
(London, England)

It's that train again
The one that takes away the pain
When you jump.

The platform flatlines
Timetable times
Appear in your head
Four thirty seven it said
It was late.

You had to go
Other things on your mind
Who was to know that trains were so kind?

On another line at another time still there
Unwilling, unable to share
And anyway nobody there if you did.
Another beat, another pump and the train's late
No jump
Not today.
You go away and get on with things
See what tomorrow brings
Maybe the sun will shine
Maybe the railway line
Will disappear.