The train disappears into the edge of the morning.
A monotonous metallic melody floats above the rails.
Its Swiss punctuality cuts short a final kiss.
Time for one last look at a certain window.
 

The brief encounter came to its untimely end.
A ceremony of separation repeated too often.
A strong north wind carries sleet with it.
The man stands immobile on the deserted platform.
 

The Tannoy announces his own departure.
Another country, another train had brought them together.
In his face the sleet melts into cold droplets.
And he curses the bitter-sweet irony of railways.
 
 

M.Daedalus