Alone on a Train

Upon this seat on which I sit,

I count my last ten cigarettes,

I count my last ten silver disks,

and slowly start to reminisce

 

about the pin-pricked starry skies,

when in the dark, they guide my eyes.

About the brighter, sunny days,

when in the light, I'm warmed by rays

 

of summer’s love and laughing friends,

and summer’s styles and pretty trends,

and summer’s carefree attitude;

I absorbed this all in solitude.

 

Although alone, I was content,

I chose bars void of eloquence,

so I could sit and drink in peace,

my summer thoughts slowly released.

 

But on this seat on which I've sat,

and counted my last this and that,

I slowly start to realise,

I cannot see with my closed eyes.

Tomas Bird - Shallow Sea 2013