Stallion

We stood there
Waiting for system
To put us back into place.

The station was eerily silent
At that end-
The place where lovers
Old and new
Met.

And we
Pretending to see them
And then 
Laugh at them 
Ignoring nothing
Understanding everything
And yet.

We waited.
Silence
Silence
A long tunnel
With an open end
At just a single side.

And then came the first
We looked at it
Crossing like 
A great steel stallion
'Not our train'
We sighed in
Dejection.

Waiting for the second.
And then it came
The second"
"Not ours" we said again
Annoyed
Apparently.

Then the third
Skipped that too
Sighed in disbelief.
Angered, annoyed
Waiting.

You saw everything
But never the smile
That I had every time
A train-not-ours passed.
It meant every other passing second
With 
You.

But there was another thing
You did not see.

My sadness
When our train finally came.