Everyone
is alone in the dark; 
the
43 seconds in the tunnel between
 Gillingham
to Chatham turn my lying watch- 
face
blank. Blinking away the glare from the 
chalk
faced banks; the light dims sharply.
I
see the wire mesh holding the crumbling 
chalk
banks, slowly submerged by  
lush
spring growth. 
Ivy
has buried the lone grey signal box, 
slowly
spreads towards the  
patchwork
platforms.
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| Picture Credit: Jusben | 
This is part of the small stones writing challenge
The art of paying attention
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