Rushing to catch it, it closes doors.
Vroom Vroom, it prepares to depart.
Slowly moving, and off it goes.
Through the windows hands waving
Of my friends and those I know.
It really hurts seeing them leaving.
Seated, face down trying harder
Not to think, and feel the pain
Of indeed waiting for another.
Only hoping everything goes well.
Am I foolish, or they are clever?
Only time I think, surely will tell.
©kashamba
K