Our apartment was on the sixth floor
We overlooked the railway
It was situated between
The East and West City Stations
We often stood on our small balcony
On chilly mornings drinking coffee
I enjoyed this quiet anonymity
Neither of us knew how long it would last
As both of us had been previously hurt
But we were happy and did not question it
Sometimes after our evening passions
I would listen to the passing trains below
And study their movements on our illuminated window