The train tracks shimmer in the afternoon sun, stretching long lengths of steel into the distance of the sun scorched day.
I listen, I wait, I sway.
One o’clock, one-fifteen, one-thirty, it's a lifetime. You will be here, I know. I will not cry.
You’re due at one-forty five.
From this barren earth, eyes cover in mist. I listen, as my heart pounds a beat.
I watch vibrating waves of heat.
Is it the sun reflecting the wet of my eyes? Then a glimmer, a glisten, something moves towards me.
I cannot see.
The gate starts its downward motion, the bell rings its toll, and I wait to hear the rumble as it nears.
I feel my fears
seeing through my tears
too many years
I step onto the tracks
we kiss our fate