I sit transfixed as thought it flies
to see warmth twice inside her eyes
a carraige full of moving breath
some bound for life some bound for death

the train arrives and brakes do bite
and all else there is prop and light
a flicker of wind... a dash of rain
I see her breath on the window pane

she gets her things and does a check
a silk scarf hides a graceful neck
her lipstick stains my white starched shirt
to me a mark I had from birth

some hearts will always poets be
I taste her breath and know, not me

not me