Stranger At The Station
We met at the station, in a hazy world of newspapers
coffee cups
flattened sweet-wrappers
pigeon shit
and xenophobic Londoners.
Just a passing glance. Once commuter to another.
A split second connection, lifetime affection.
I've seen you a thousand times.
Each time, different clothes, different hair, different voice, different skin, different face, same person.
I've seen our future together.
First date meet the parents awkward sex-life finish college part-time jobs start Uni tiny flat scrounging for money beans on toast lager & vodka chilly Winter nights huddling together for warmth, graduate,
dead-end jobs first car redundancies debts tears laughter arguments sex a little luck new jobs promotions in the black new car Summer holiday in Greece,
surprise pregnancy youthful panics 9 months a bundle of joy a shit-filled nappy no sleep the big three-o relationship doubts troublesome times,
second child rekindled love dinner parties wine & cheese comfortable wages grey hairs sagging skin erectile dysfunction viagra menopause kids grown & leaving home,
too quiet at home buy dog health problems depression retirement crosswords & daytime TV dog dies parents die no sex first grandchild love for life,
a lump it'll be ok slow deterioration I love you death bed funeral sorrow & regrets just memories and a lonely death.
I love you, whoever you are.
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