My friend had brought me a coffee from the buffet
I was trying to keep awake so that I could witness the night
Opposite me a woman was weeping quietly into her shift
She had argued with her partner who had left the carriage
I could see her tears reflected on her freckled face

Brightly lit stations and lonely porters came and went
We were over three hours from our final destination
The train was gathering speed and I wondered
Whether the freckled girls partner would gently return
And if a reconciliation would take place before Waverley

1976