seven more minutes
at a train station somewhere in the west of england
drunk, after an afternoon of walking, cider and connect four
but i have to leave. i'm about to miss the last train of the night
and we kiss as we say goodbye
on the train. the harsh lights are sobering
and i'm back
back to my adopted city. my adopted life
everything has changed. and it's good
23/03/2009 23:40