Stood Still

I stand on this platform As the 7:30 train approaches My thoughts suddenly drifting To another day, another moment It was like yesterday But truly so long ago When I first saw you in that very spot Waiting for the train Reading that paper Remaining elusive, but cognizant Of the surroundings You looked, noticed me And how I was captured By the innocence of an angel I approached, stammering, nervous Yet, you smiled and welcomed me We spoke, we missed our train We entered into a future As tomorrows approached Now, part of the past I just left you but moments ago Left the warmth of our home Yet my mind, my dreams Still remain there I cannot wait to speak to you again To smell you To see your face as I walk through The door this evening But, at this moment I just missed the 7:30 train As it passed and left me Standing alone on this platform