The first city I left behind;
train tracks growing heavier ahead,
the bone-rattle of metal below.
No looking back, now.
The people nearby
are probably going home.
It is not the same
when you’ve only just escaped,
a chosen exodus,
a train taking you farther away,
allowing a broken connection
to feel farther away, too,
almost forgotten.
London: loneliness means
something different, here.
train tracks growing heavier ahead,
the bone-rattle of metal below.
No looking back, now.
The people nearby
are probably going home.
It is not the same
when you’ve only just escaped,
a chosen exodus,
a train taking you farther away,
allowing a broken connection
to feel farther away, too,
almost forgotten.
London: loneliness means
something different, here.