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Perched in the rafters of Waterloo station 

Watching the show unfold

A production of epic proportions

Stage left, right, north, south, it’s a free for all!

Some seem to know their lines, others a little lost

Missing their cues, they beg the departure board for clues

Every direction, every face, invites indulgence in sonder

Who are they? Where are they going? 

Infinite stories unfolding

Impossible to know

How unsatisfying

In the midst of this choreographed chaos,

Under the disembodied – allegedly iconic –  clock, two bodies meet

Greeting with a kiss, a quip and slightly averted glances

Nervous and slightly breathless

A new romance

About to leave the station

Godspeed to you