We walked to the station in a thieved silence
As if we were mourning an absence that hadn’t yet happened
I kissed you goodbye the pressed the angry face on the
‘Rate your satisfaction’ machine
I fucking hate train stations
A hub of distancing lovers
and of flurrying goodbyes gone unsaid
Like so many ants running from a rain drop but secretly wishing it would drown them
If this poem was my satisfaction with the non specific rail station today
I’d tear it up and burn it
I still might
I hate this poem as much as I hate this station
I’m going to throw myself on the tracks
and drag this poem with me
I want to kiss you until your lips bleed
And hold your head in my hands
Until it hurts you
But the station has swallowed you
And spat you back
Missing you hurts because I love you
And love is like……………….
Like a fire alarm going off because you’re smoking inside
despite you putting a sock over it
It’s like making eye contact through two pairs
of very dark sunglasses
Its like racing a ketamine filled horse
and still winning
And missing you
Is all the things I’ve just said
In some disgusting bloody amalgam for odd hate
And I blame the fucking trains