Whistle or Wind?

February 28, 2011
By Anonymous

I used to lie in bed at night
And I think I was just in the middle
Sitting at a the train depot
Anxiously waiting,
But my ticket was just a bit old
Yellow and frayed
And the train was just a bit late
It was just a bit delayed.

I used to sit in bed at night
Daydreaming, while staring out my window.
(I had 3 skinny ones along on the same wall).
And sometimes I’d think I’d hear the whistle
And the rustling along the tracks
But my heart would sink as it was only the wind
After all.

Sometimes I’d pace my room at night
Caught up in the stress
Of needing to be somewhere
But I wasn’t quite sure where yet.
I knew I was late
I’d been stuck in the waiting room for so long
I’d nervously smudged off
My ticket’s arrival date.

Other times I’d try to open my bedroom door
(late at night of course)
And I’d wonder why you had come to me with lies,
Because I’d been too busy waiting
Nervously pacing
To watch the view moving from my windows
And passing my railway stop by.

The author's comments:
This has a strange background: I woke up one morning feeling very inspired. It had been weeks since I'd written any poetry or even picked up a pen. As soon as I woke up though, this came to me. Later that day my best friend told me he had a bad dream about me getting on a train. Coincidence? Maybe. Or maybe it was sign to make sure I didn't overlook my stop..A sign to get on my train and stop waiting for it to come. The subconscious works in mysterious ways!(?) Enjoy I suppose!

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