At the Station
I see you suddenly, there at the station
A face amongst strangers
Lost in the press of travellers
Rushing to their futures
You haunt me now with alien memories
Happiness fled, joy short lived, a past that never was.
I wonder at lost tomorrows, the might-have- beens
The promised future that never blossomed.
Perhaps you found your golden future,
Pursued your dream, became content.
You pass within a foot, not seeing
This lost chapter of your past.
You smile that inward smile,
A slow golden glow of happiness.