Platform four,
what am I waiting for?
one leap into space
and I press my hands to my face, only
to find I cannot go through with it,
another venue
another place,
one more track as if to say,
I'll try again.

If not now, then when?
maybe
platform three will do
another trackside
one more venue.

I take the sidelong view and I wonder,
who are you?
one eye on the steel
the other closed as if not to feel, as if
one eye looking is not real.

Each train I see comes slowly as if it knows me  as if it knows the form I take and on platform three, I am curiously
torn.
I break.
Each thought hits home and home is empty,
there's only me on platform three,
what am I waiting for?