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