Feb 08

The Person Who Waits

The sun is low on the horizon
and I'm standing at a crossroad.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bars come down and I wait.
You're on the other side.
Hooooot! Hooooot!
The train spews smoke and we wait.
I try to look at you.
It's too fast and you disappear.
I look back down.
The station's nearby and it slows.
It feels like forever.
It slows a little more as it passes.
The bar lifts.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The lights turn off and you're there.
I step onto the tracks.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bars come down around me.
Another train whistles close.
Hooooot! Hooooot!
I stop and watch it approach.
You make no move.
It slows just a little, but it's quick.
I'm pinned beneath it.
Only now do you see the crossroad
and the person waiting for you-
who waited for you-
​on the other side.