You didn’t turn up.
As the train chugged,
leaving behind the station platform,
the hawkers and vendors stay back,
counting the business they got
from the train just departing.
Fresh in anticipation,
about the next train to arrive
As the one after that
and the one after that
and the one after.
They have a hope,
a hope that hinges on the train coming next.
But for me,
out of patience
out of hope,
this was the train I took.
Whether it turns out,
to be a trip to glory,
or one to obscurity
only time will tell.
But I did wait on the precipice
before I boarded for my voyage.
I did wait for you,
I waited in the hope
that you will come to the station
that you will take me somewhere.
To live the life we so much dreamt,
to live the life, you always promised.
I kept my part of the bargain,
leaving everyone behind,
I came to the station
and I waited.
For you to arrive
And for us to depart.
An hour turned into two,
and two into four.
There I was standing solitary
among a crowd of humanity
with tickets in hand
and destinations in mind.
I was numb,
no ticket in hand,
no end in thought.
All I wanted
was for me to be with you.
And then it dawned,
painfully indeed
that you weren’t coming.
Refused to accept it I did
but truth was truth indeed,
whether I liked it or not.
And here I find myself on this train,
no ticket in hand,
no end in thought,
and no destination in mind.
These tracks will lead me
to where my destiny awaits.
Whether it turns out
to be a trip to glory,
or one to obscurity
Only time will tell.
But I did wait on the precipice
before I boarded for my voyage.
Goodbye my friend,
goodbye indeed.
Goodbye forever.
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