Catching the Train from Scarborough

You gave me a lift to the station

With just minutes on the railway clock.

You stopped with a flourish in the car park.

Our life is a roundabout.

Your name I said leaving the front seat

As we came to our usual fork.

Your smile was in the takeaway coffee

I drank slowly, all the way, to York.

Stuart Larner

published in Scarborough Review Issue 8, March/April 2014