Across the tracks,
I could see your figure.
Undeniably tall,
Remarkable, distinct.
(Or at least
You were in my eyes.)
My trembling fingers
Filled with numb bone
Felt heavy
With the weight of nothing.
Frozen air
Filled my insides
And crusted my skin.
I wore my curiosity
Like a dripping red coat,
Staring at you
As I wondered if you were staring back at me.
Everything around me
Was gray,
Unnoticeable next to you.
My ears were forced to hear
The roaring train whistle
And the flop
Of overlapping words.
Eventually
You just turned and walked away.
And I had to walk away too,
Even though my heart stayed,
Falling apart on that busy platform.