Farewells on Platform 6

[standing on Platform 6, for the train bound for Portsmouth Harbour]

Perhaps there was something
left unsaid
as you boarded the train
to somewhere not far away.
The farewells squandered
by the rush of time and quick footsteps
on platforms. Concrete, brick,
cement, metal all play unwitting games
on the mind as time moves too
quickly. It moves like
it has a mind of its own
forgetting how life swallows
friends, family
love.
And so a wave goodbye
is slowly forgotten
as she is left on the platform
that slowly disappears behind a bend
and in time it all goes,
memories dissolving into pasts
dying like roses in winter
and then withering away
silently into nothing.
And in your hand you hold
that last goodbye
which was destined to die
almost like how you did
on a train bound for nowhere.