Every Tuesday, Severn forty-two Platform three, the same old view Same blue coat and paper cup A quiet nod as people rushed The doors would close, we'd take our place Just two strangers sharing space Never spoke a single word Still your face became familiar Some weeks tired Some weeks late Sometimes smiling Sometimes grey Funny how you learn so much Without a name to put in place Funny how The smallest things Become the moments That you keep Severn forty-two Every Tuesday Another face Another day Funny how a stranger Can become part of your life You never knew... You'd be missed... This Tuesday your seat stayed empty Coffee never warmed your hands No folded paper by the window No familiar glance as people stand One week passed Then one more after Still I caught myself looking there Never thought I'd notice Until you weren't there Nobody stopped Nobody asked The train rolled on Like nothing changed Severn forty-two Every Tuesday Another face Another day Funny how a stranger Can become part of your life You never knew... You'd be missed... Maybe life Just changed direction Maybe yours Is somewhere new I hope Whatever found you Found you well...
