I was standing there again, alone. Platform five. Waiting for you. I watched the snow quietly fall at my feet.
The train approached. Your train. I looked up as I heard the doors open. Searching. Willing to see your face.
People rushed by. I stood still. Searching, still. Please let me find you. Please be here.
Minutes later and I was alone again.
I knew, of course, you wouldn't be there. Couldn't possibly be there. But still, I had to look.
I was saddened by my grief. You. By the loss of you.
I realised, finally. You were never coming home.
I took a breath.
Linking up with mum turned mom for this post. Thank you for the inspiration for my very short story.