I am waiting for the train.
Many have run today
But they are not for me.
Running in the wrong
Direction.
So, I wait,
Patiently.
Watch and wait.
While busy with
Mundane tasks to
Pass the time.
I make friends,
Who come
And go.
And I miss them.
Sometimes with sadness.
Or frustration.
But often with amusement.
I thought it was coming at noon.
Then again at two.
But it is now 6pm
And all I know is
My line is running today.
But the conductor
Has a wicked
Sense of humor
And midnight is
Still hours from now.
