Waiting at the train station
Measuring time in coffee cups and sandwiches
Watched you throw your head back in glee
Over an old story
Where I probably made a fool of myself
Somewhere between a drink and laughter,
I found myself in wonderment,
Slipping through the cracks of affection.
Entering into quiet realisation
Of my fondness for you
Until we laugh in chorus,
Wanting your hand to fill mine,
Here, I remain,
Still the boy at the train platform
Waiting for the girl to come home.
