by Andy N
Calling out the same name
Over and over
The sound varies constantly
Before cutting out
Like a chewed-up tape
Echoing with a sadness
Bordering on the verge
Of a panic
Almost like they are
Pleading for forgiveness
Dismembered
In a broken sadness
Skipping through
All kinds of turmoil
Of a love clearly died
Left on the platform
No matter
Whether cold or warm
Bordered up
For who knows
How long
Waiting for the
Last train home.
Andy N is the author of four full poetry collections, the most recent being the streets were all we could see and with his partner Amanda Steel, the joint collection the lockdown was all we could see. He is the co-host of Stretford’s always welcoming open mic literature night Speak Easy and is the host/creator/co-host of the following Podcasts: Spoken Label, Reading in Bed, Comics Unity and Wrestle Up among others. He also does ambient music under the name of Ocean in a Bottle. His official blog is onewriterandhispc.blogspot.com.
