I am the Station Master at Clifford Railway Station
Having held this position for over twenty-five years
It is an unremarkable redbrick station rebuilt in 1910
After a fire had destroyed the original Victorian buildings
Yet Clifford has one claim to fame
As it is located on the longest stretch
Of straight track anywhere in England
This means that passing express trains
Are often travelling at very high speeds
Sadly this attracts those who want to commit suicide
Various anti-suicide initiatives were tried over the years
But none were really that effective
So I suggested that we white wash the waiting room walls
So that these doomed people
Might reconsider their fates
By writing on these reflective spaces
I was gently mocked for this obscurity
But was asked to give it a try for a year and a day
And if one life was saved then it would become permanent feature
Within a month a man wrote a short poem on the wall
And then asked Leo C to ring for medical assistance
He later wrote a letter thanking the station staff for their love
But sadly this did not always work as final message were often left
As these wretched people died in their own silence
In all there are about a dozen messages in the waiting room
Yet one haunts me more than any other
Because I am unsure of its true meaning
A young woman of about thirty years jumped under an express
On a bleak December day of high winds and incessant rain
She had been seen in the waiting room prior to her tragedy
Which had not seemed suspicious as she was dressed in fine clothes
You are my murderer
Be happy
If an assassin can be happy
These were her mysterious words
I am to this day ignorant of her identity
It was such an ugly and trite death