As I sit down on the bench,
Suitcase in one hand,
Coffee in the other,
I watch the lights on the board flicker and change.
I saw a thousand different people,
Going a million different places,
To do a billion different things.
Perfectly content in all the chaos,
I sit on the bench,
And wait for my train to arrive.
The wheels screeched,
And the whistle screamed
As the train came to a halt.
I picked up my suitcase,
Tossed my styrofoam coffee cup into the trash,
And boarded my train.
I took my seat in the back by the window,
And observed all of the people coming down the aisle.
The sight of one particular girl grabbed my attention,
And I watched in all as she filled the empty seat next to me.
I managed to choke out a, “Hi,”
And could barely squeeze out a, “My name is...,”
But the warmth of her smile
Put me at ease.
Slowly, I lowered my guard,
Because the sparkle in her eyes was too inviting.
We talked to pass the time.
She told me her favorite food,
And her favorite color.
I can tell you everything she listens to,
And what her favorite song is.
She knows all my embarrassing high school stories,
And I know how she secretly loves to write,
But is too scared to tell people.
And I watched as she rested her head on my shoulder,
Lowered her eyelids,
And drifted off to sleep.
I matched our breaths,
And felt her heartbeat,
And I felt my heart skip a few.
I counted the freckles on the bridge of her nose,
And felt the softness of her blonde waves as they brushed against my shoulder.
She woke suddenly when the train jerked to a stop.
She rubbed her eyes,
Stretched her arms,
And picked up her suitcase.
We said goodbye,
And my heart ached, as I watched her walk down the aisle.
There was so much more I wanted to know,
And so much more I wanted to say.
But as quickly as people come into our lives,
They leave.