There are two doves on the platform
There are two lovers sat on a seat
There is the heat haze of summer
And the girl; all alone
She has gathered behind her the taunts
The insults of her peers, so-called friends
The touch of an uncle, who she hates,
They push into her from behind
She wears her favourite T-Shirt, some band
Blue jeans, freshly washed, converse
Carries with her a rucksack, is plugged
Into music, not too loud
The speed of the London train expresses
Its way through the station, an announcement
Keep back from the platform, this train
Does not stop here: the next one, she thinks
“The train at platform two is not due
To stop, step back from the platform”
She lets the gathered memories crowd
Steps forward as the doves surge and
the London train shudders to a halt
outside a small market town
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