Pride’s Crossing

Where the railway meets the sea,
I recognise her hand.
Where the railway meets the sea,
her hair is as intricate as a thumbprint.
Where the railway meets the sea,
her name is the threshold of sleep.

Where the railway meets the sea,
it takes all night to get there.
Where the railway meets the sea,
you have stepped over the barrier.
Where the railway meets the sea,
you will understand afterwards.

Where the railway meets the sea,
where the railway meets the sea –
I know only that our paths laid together,
and you cannot endure if you remain alone.

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