You met me to apologise, you were saying
as we waited in the drizzle for the slow train
When it focused in we said goodbye and we kissed
and from the window you were caught; teary and fixed.

You ran across the wooden bridge, I knew you would,
to get down on the other platform and to wave,
but as you did the eastbound Leeds train flickered past
and ran you like a movie through its window-frames.

I keep those animated moments of you as
our catalogue of changes rushed and chances missed.