Sunday afternoon
Heat hazed tracks
Teasing mirages of escape along
Shimmering long black lines
She, no figment, but human form
In love
Sought in soft and tender touch
To provide escape
He, trust traumatised
Bewildered by survival
Perplexed by this thing called love
Escaped into leave-taking
He spoke into the phone
Down isolated lines
For in his mind
He’d left this blighted town
Straight, straight tracks
He found the courage
To jump tracks
In a small way it reminded me of my story 'The Stranger'. So often we look back and wonder what may have happened if we'd had the courage.
Yes, first girlfriend, small country town in Victoria and empty train tracks! memories!