There's Not Always Another Train

Do you have the courage to take life into your own hands... or do you wait for the next train?

A young girl resting on a bench by a wall,
waiting for her train to appear.
She loses herself between pages and lines,
a world which she holds dear.
A boy from her school suddenly strides by,
she dips down and hides without knowing why.
She peeks at him with a frown,
hoping a train comes around.

The boy is not without company she sees,
two girls plodding near,
They smile and laugh and applaud his jokes,
she only offers them a sneer.
From unknown depths her hatred stir,
she wishes he would look at her.
But he does not look her way,
and the train is still astray.

The girl wonders what has caused this rage,
and this need to scold.
Had she perhaps gone insane,
or had caught the cold?
Then she finds her rage is wrong,
and the feelings for him are strong.
A hidden love is found,
as the train is inbound.

The boy and the girls step into the train,
leaving her to her woe.
She knows she still has time to board,
but fears enough to go.
She stands to yell towards the train,
to ask of him a chance to explain.
But no words are drawn,
and the train is gone.

A wind as cold as ice blows past,
the station dark and freed.
There’s always another train, she thinks,
so she sits to read.
Eagerly awaiting the boy back,
thinking he’ll be down the track.
The train it held no blame,
but still it never came.

And so she cried.

Reviews

[Daniel Affsprung]

The train is a great metaphor, and the idea of missed opportunities is one I hadn't much considered until reading your piece. Smaller note, I liked the ending.

Deeply intriguing piece,

love the rhyme scheme. simply wonderful...