A razor blade runs blank across my skin
As I thought of him ...
The way they walk from my arms into an empty crowd -
Home is not a passing train , yet I'm left stranded at an old station
Air full of scotch and last nights intentions
No love - no star necklace as I fall into the sea ,
A boat so big - yet sails remain small ,
A heavy restitch - a thoughtless good bye
No there isn't an answer is there ...
Waiting for the 7 o'clock train ...