A Moment

I remember her sitting there,
Long amber hair, and a chair with wheels
The colour of the sea.
I remember sitting there,
Daring her to care, wishing her eyes
Would fall from the sky into mine.
But we just sat there,
I paid my fair, while she looked for mermaid
Shapes in the clouds.
But as I sat there,
and listened to the whistle tear a note
Into the station
She looked, she smiled, and we shared,
A moment.
And I sat there, and she sat there,
A pair, connected.
Then the train rumbled out of the station
To somewhere.


This poem was selected to be part of the 2019 Passing Time exhibition for Renfrewshire Mental Health Arts Festival. It is currently displayed on a billboard in Johnstone train station until May 2020.




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