Chichester to London Victoria
They feel the same,
the missing and the found,
once empty stillness
settles in the mind
and dulls the edge
of every loss you find.
These glancing lights more
serious than they seem,
which tell a stranger’s age
though not their name,
something of living have:
they feel the same,
as if you’d captured
from connections missed
stray teardrops sprinkled
by a hurrying ghost –
a stranger, but the one
who loved you most.
