Old habbits 
Old friends 
grey clouds
a few drinks
neither here nor there
some new faces
but old feelings
a sense of want
a brave face
arriving at a destination
where the train is stood still
waiting for the opportuninty 
to chug along the tracks
passing red brick buildings 
that have stood complacent 
for many a decade 
this train was full of passengers 
all eager to get back home
after being away
for what seemed to be like a lifetime.
wha would they return to?
a semblance of their old life
or a chance to start anew.
a smile greeted them 
that had never left
an aura that maintained 
during a winter 
embers ready to be welcomed 
by the fresh air that
swayed about the damp
concrete streets of manchester