Interchange

Me-
Returning to London
You-
Exeter bound from home

The weekend is
Already dying
Behind us lying
Ashen under my eyes

For one brief moment
As my train passes through
We share the same space

Our paths overlapping
Fleetingly
Like aeroplane lines in the sky

Pulling into Chippenham
I crane my head
Eyes glued to glass

And like a dream you are there
Turning to look at me
As you walk up the stairs

Even given the distance
We know each other
Without saying a word

Holding a gaze
As sure we did the last time
Only 193 days before

It seems like your
Lips are about to tip
Up into a smile

And then you are gone
The train whizzing
Cruelly towards my new home

Your face
Melts away like paint
Behind the window

And I'm alone again
Your ghost image
burnt onto my retinas
Like a photo negative