You Can't Take it With You
Jumping on the tube floor
thoughts fly delectably out of closing doors
I lunge to grab the end of the voice balloon
and I slam against curved shields.
I've realised you're still on the platform
amongst signals and tannoys.
I didn't feel you leave my hand
Charing cross has your attention now
and as I merge into the tunnel
I plant a message to the air.
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