The Meeting Place (At St Pancras) Poem by Angela Wybrow

As his train draws near to its destination,
His mind is awash with anticipation.
In his mind, he pictures her beautiful face,
As she waits for him at their meeting place.

His rucksack sits overhead in the luggage rack.
A long time away, he’s so pleased to be back.
As the train pulls up to the crowded platform,
He can almost feel her touch, all toasty warm.

His quickly alights and goes through the gate;
He knows that his sweetheart will not be late.
As he makes his way to their meeting place,
His heart feels so light and it begins to race.

At the end of the concourse, he climbs the stairs,
And smiles broadly when he spies her stood there.
Her face lights up and she calls out his name.
The raw passion inside them cannot be tamed.

She enthuses to him how much he’s been missed,
Then pulls him towards her for a passionate kiss.
He slides his right arm gently around her waist;
A hint of peppermint on her soft lips he can taste.

The world around them almost seems to dissolve,
As, in the long awaited moment, they’re both involved.
They are blissfully unaware of folk rushing by,
As they gaze passionately into each other’s eyes.

For them, this moment is the highlight of their day,
But to the rushing crowds, they are just in the way.
The clock above them shows half past four,
But, the time and the people, they just ignore.

Caught in a moment, a moment of pure passion,
This delightful young couple are the height of fashion;
He looks dapper and handsome in his dark grey suit.
In her floaty skirt and smart jacket, she looks real cute.

Eventually the two young lovers pull apart;
Their faces reflect the sheer joy in their hearts.
They leave St Pancras with their arms entwined;
A much happier couple, you’d go a long way to find.