She hates to wait.
She has never waited for anything.
When the train arrives,
There she is. Never early. Never late.
When I love her, she hasn’t waited for me.
There I am. Suddenly.
She welcomes me as sweetly
As a love which has waited for years.
When she finishes, there is a smile. No tears.
I tell her I have been watching her,
And falling in love, for weeks.
“How observant!” she says.
She smiles when she speaks.
One day, the train is late,
And she sees she will have to wait.
“It won’t be bad! You can wait with me!”
But without speaking, she returns through the gate,
And slowly walks away,
Disappearing like the moon, fading in the brightening day.