The following poem was written early last year, and once again I was fortunate enough to have the generosity of Michael from Forties Photos to help me make this post a special one! His photos have such a gorgeous atmosphere to them and I encourage you to check out his work and website through this link. Although it took me ages to get this poem out into the world, finally it’s here… and I do hope you enjoy it.
The Empty Platform
The whistle blows, and what can I do
Now that it’s time for us to part
I’ve run out of time to give to you
And the platform is as empty as my heart.
You know me as a man of duty
And I’ve never known a woman so true
You know all that I would say; and truly
If I could stay, it would be for you.
But my future is calling me away,
With a voice I must not ignore
My journey is set, at least for today
Until this train brings me back once more.
Text © Adair E. R. Jacobs 2017
All Photos © M. A. Cain, Forties Photos 2017
