Love Not Spoken Of

The love not spoken of Newcastle and it was summer I had been paid off from my ship and sat a the train station waiting for a train to take me to Liverpool when a young man came and sat near me. He was beautiful the nearest I have been to human perfection and we spoke about life, we were going to a cabin somewhere in a Scottish hill but he didn`t like to be alone and his large brown eyes looked mournful and I was ready to join him, but said nothing because he if I followed the boy would turn out to be human and demanding a type of attention I could not give without corruption His train left before mine I waved and that was that, when I arrived a Lime street station I was drunk and spent a night with a prostitute and she killed a beautiful man sitting alone in a cabin in some god- forsaken dale.