Waiting

A metaphor of an experience (photo taken by me)

“Nothing is wrong,” you say.

Standing on the platform,

cold wind dashing across chilled skin. 

I reach for your hand, but

it raises to smooth back your hair. 

“No, love, everything is fine,” you say,

with a smile that sends a chill, colder

than this November air, down my spine.  

“I know, we need to talk." you say "We will.”
Tendrils of frosty air grasp my face, clawing.

Fingers frozen, tingling, itching.  

Looking up and down the tracks, waiting.

I blow warm air.  It cools before it can soothe. 

The train will come soon. 

Toes going numb, wiggling to keep warm. 

Looking up and down the tracks;

the train at a distance.  

Next stop. 

Winds gusting over me,

rubbing my hands, anticipating warmth.

Watching the train making its way. 

Anxious; my eyes search the station,

waiting for you.

The train eases past the platform

picking up speed.  Wrong train.

I glance in the window

of the train moving down the tracks,

where you sit with your warm lips on hers,

leaving me on this platform...

waiting.

Author's Note

Not sure if I'm giving this the proper life. Let me know what you think. Share your thoughts, please?

Reviews

[Crowley]

I think you breathed great life into this....it was haunting and a little surreal, but very real in his reactions and her feelings. Heavy sigh.....makes me feel a little melancholy. Great write.

[Matthew Kult]

I like it. I like the twist at the end. You are watching life and wanting to take the next step of the journey together, and while you wait, he has to look and check on his own life...only to find warmth away from you with another...and you are left standing facing life now alone.

You my friend, will be joining me in the madness soon. Great write.

With Love,

Jaidyn