goodbye in their eyes
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does waiting invite sadness or does sadness seek the friendship of one who waits?
goodbye in their eyes
while waiting to catch a train,
oftentimes he sat alone at the depot
—afraid—scratching initials in the dirt
and sometimes in his head.
hours became a collision of minutes
while he watched make-believe dancers,
well-groomed gentlemen,
and worn-out pieces of life.
trains chugged by infrequently
and rain pelted out musical tin tones
on an oblong rusted bucket,
singing baritone moans of leaking liquid notes.
he twisted big words and bigger ideas
into and out of pretzel-like paragraphs
while talking too loudly to himself,
careful before answering what he didn’t believe.
he wondered aloud about life
then, umbrella in hand, turned quietly away,
only the lingering commotion of the depot
remained as a soon distant memory.
just in time to catch a southbound train
to another dot on the map…
while by-standers waved at strangers
with goodbye in their eyes.
@ tolbert
Copyright © wayne tolbert | Year Posted 2025
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