Vauxhall

Crammed in and silent
we wait at Vauxhall.

No apologies, no recriminations
just resignation and a sigh.

I'd look at my watch
but I can't move my arm.

The woman squashed to my right
stares blankly ahead.

The man in her vision an inch away
smells expensive and looks it.

Imagining his life I stare too hard
and he let's me know with a turn of his head.

I try to remember if it's like this every day.
Yesterday? I forget.

I shuffle and look out
as the Eurostar goes by.

My shirt is sticking to my back
as we lurch forward again.