Perfect stranger

She was twice as adventurous half of his age

A train station their theatre platform as a stage 

Every story begins on the very first page 

Where it goes is revealed at the end

Took his seat in the carriage she moved to the next

Once again on the railway some signals got mixed 

What has never been broken has never been fixed 

Any truth has no need to pretend 

A voice over the airwaves announced the delay 

Only busses are running the rest of the day 

He commenced with the game she knew well how to play

On their wits both had come to depend 

She tried hard to sit down just in front and inside 

Then her body moved backwards to sit by his side 

They learned much of each other that two hour ride 

All of time they appeared to suspend 

A soft shake of the hand a quick peck of the cheek 

Heading off to the hills wearing hippy girl chic 

She looked back just the once for a last sneaky peek 

At the face of a temporary friend