The Gap

Last night I ghosted on the underground,
Flitting from station to station,
Flickering while train lights flickered,
Deeper in thought as the tunnel fell deeper.

I’m trying to comprehend where we are,
Where we’re going, how to get there.
Because my line isn’t your line,
And there’s no one on this train with me.

I don’t want to leave this journey unfinished,
Bail out into the sunshine without you,
I want to be holding you when the lights go out,
Lone drivers in a sea of passengers.