Waiting on the platform

I sit waiting on the platform,

I do not hear the bustle areound me.

Soon, soon you will be here,

It has been so long

Since your lips brushed mine

Since your eyes fed upon me.

Nervously I fold the ticket in my hand

A fragile slip giving me a few

Extra precious minutes

Until I take your hand

And we are one again.

The train pulls in doors open,

I do not see you in the confusion,

As people alight, mingling,

With those beginning their journey.

My heart races with panic

Until as the crowd clears

I see you, stood waiting

Eyes searching for me.

I run into your arms

And as your lips close over mine

It is I who is home.

 

A few of you may have noticed there was no post yesterday I will fill you in on the reasons for this tomorrow.