Birthday Letters

I saw her on the train,
To Hove and back again.
Nothing’s changed and everything in between,
I wonder, where have you been?
Sorry to see you go,
But how will I know,
When I’ll see you again –
I saw you on the train.

Maybe in paradise,
Or perhaps on Guildford’s ice,
You and I will meet again,
I saw you on the train.

I remember now in summer,
When I would have rung your number,
So that we might meet,
Maybe in the street.
I would have liked to have seen you again,
Really on any ‘plane or train,
In my sleep of dreams,
Of rainbows and moonbeams.