Paper Cups...

Sitting on the waiting bench
As random thoughts fill in
Trains come and go incessantly
While mine refuses to come flatly

Paper cups they line my feet
As the long hours flit by
Time suddenly lost its wings
Or forgot how to fly

The train that came in next
And halted in front directly
The coach was destined to stop there
And her face glowed through the window

How many years since we last met
And here was my chance to meet her again
For a small moment, on this platform
And she, on the train

I hesitated, trying to find conversation
I found none, so I stayed
Hoping she would see me
And get off the train

And come to meet me
If just to say hello
Or smile in recognition, then
Maybe the words would flow

"I am not who you think
Oh, no" If she would ask
And grey fills the sky
Isolation, in destiny

Nothing happened in the end
The train left, and so did she
I loved her once...
Now paper cups, they line my feet