Silhouette

"Walls" (Live) Rae Morris

Orange light streaks across the onyx black of my phone, catching glimpses of the train station names as we pass through at a steady pace. She takes off her blue cardigan as we shake, rattle and roll. Her thin bare shoulders reveal a constellation of freckles on delicate skin. Sharing headphones I hear more than half of her song, Let's Go Crazy, Sorrow and watching stuttering videos of Troll as we slide past Taplow. Tonight soft young fingers plucked string, stroked ivory as shivers filled my spine and tears fill her eyes. Their endeavours rewarded by unbridled admiration as the lyrics resonate against the high ceilings. We plan to put them both in our pockets, steal them for us and move to the seaside. Capturing the dandelion silhouette of her mane drawn over a mountainous wall of colour will have to suffice for now. We sing Disney songs between swigs of luke warm Earl Grey on a cold bench as we wait for our train; the last train home. Sniggering at the memory of jigging and joining elbows in the courtyard as country and western music echoed from below street level. We were called to another place far away from here but the night will never finish at The Worlds' End. Leather adorns the places not covered by tattoos and metal as they stagger with surprising ease out of view. High legged chairs behind our past, our present and our futures laid bare on the table between two wines glasses, a candle and a beer mat.