Poetry - When life hits the tracks

When life hits the tracks* by Erin Green
 
Today, your life hit the tracks and we shed silent tears for the stranger unknown.
 
We waited, some complaining, in uptight carriages while red lights were hollow.
 
An hour late for the party - no worries. Nothing, but my deepest remorse for you and yours.
 
Three hours later, I alight the Euston escalator heading home. In your honour, hundreds protest upon the cold marble floor, silently contemplating and praying that life never hits the tracks without a lover to call.
 
Amidst the confusion, we navigate our way - staring at departures board: ‘cancelled’ repeated for ever more.
 
 
 
(suicide at MK station - November 2017)
 
The Samaritans – call 116 123 (free charge)