…the London train that was packed with people
people with different places to go
places thronged with colleagues and / or friends
friends some new, some known for years
years that have fallen like blossom
blossom scented with childhood memories
memories diffused by time and tide
tide that swept clear a foreign shore
a foreign shore where lovers swam
lovers who lost their faith in Love
Love that became too wild to tame
too wild that two hearts were rent
hearts that continued to beat like muffled drums
muffled drums we reading this will not hear
we who not know when our day will come
a day from which we cannot run
p.s. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty One prompt; repetitive set up.
Enjoyed reading this thoroughly 🙂
That makes it all worthwhile! Thank you
Well-connected.. All Aboard!!!
Being well-connected is an important part of being a train! Thanks, Ron.