Thursday, 22 November 2018

Leaving Oxenholme

Your passion for Cumbria imbued me, 
it became entrenched in who I am.

As I wait on the cold platform,
the tears begin to fall.
I do not want to go, 
to leave this place behind.

I feel torn and wretched as I board the train.

At Hest Bank, final glimpses of your mountains,
of the expanse of Morecambe Bay.
The train hurtles forward 
and I am helpless as I am wrenched away.

By Galgate I know I have lost you
and my heart breaks once again.
Homesick for a place, a life, those memories
and the parts of me I've left behind.