Travelling

Your reflection swirls in the lurching of the train,

Face flooded by the running countryside,

Flecks of grey sky light up your face and die,

Freckled by the dripping rain

Later another train, the back of your head

Framing the scenery still escaping.

I grip the seat as if afraid of falling

As my heart fills up with dread

I catch your hand – we are together.

Your eyes are lost in your own elsewhere

As time swirls away with the scenery

Nothing stands as minutes flow by -

I look out into the cloudy sky

And I hold on to you – you dissolving just as swiftly