The waiting game
The clock never stops, time never stands still;
A girl in a train station shudders with a chill,
Waiting on delusions, waiting on a train,
Waiting for old aches to reemerge again.
She’s holding her breath and counting heartbeats,
She’s thinking of long gone sun-kissed streets,
Waiting on a thunder, waiting for the rain,
Waiting for a whisper and words that never came.
The stars gazed upon her, she gazed back at them,
She started to curse, to cry, to condemn,
Waiting for goodbyes, waiting for hello,
Waiting for something, but she didn’t know what for.
Waiting on hope, waiting in vain,
And yet she kept waiting until she went insane.
Days and nights passed, the train went away
And still in the train station, a girl waits today.
Copyright © Diana Dinca | Year Posted 2017