High domed arches
A firmament of moons and flowers
I can imagine you here
20, 30 years ago
A slight figure, unnoticeable
to those around you
Likewise the significance of their surroundings
whilst you were overcome
Understood the significance,
the significance of understanding.
Your heart bled like brake fluid
Ink on paper, blood on the tracks
Thoughts moving with the trains,
pounding rhythm punctuated by stops
saw all life in the blurred, confused billboards
and avoided satisfaction in the station cafeteria
And I stand here, looking up at a roof
overcome with your sense of desolation
As people pass me by
I begin to understand -
In 20, 30 years time.