THE TRAIN STATION

I waited at the station
Until the platform cleared
Tried calling your cell 
Heard your message, “Not here!”

You missed the last train 
Guess you had to work late
It’s becoming a habit
Always making me wait.

Had a list of reasons
Some better than most
I was getting creative
Though I hated to boast.

Running out of rexcuses
Too many alibis
I knew within my heart of hearts
They were nothing more than lies.

Apparently you met someone 
Perhaps you fell  in love
The time had finally come for me
To say, I’ve  had enough. 

We had to talk it over
It was time to tell the truth
I took her hand in my hand 
Told  her that, in fact …. I  knew.

She said that she was sorry
I helped her to move out
It was hard for both of us to say
 The truth we knew …out loud.

The grass is always  greener
The hope that someone new
Will be just what you wanted
A better  fit for you.

Still I go down to the station 
Every night,  I sit and wait 
Maybe some night you will  be there 
Arriving on the  10:08. 

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

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