5:40 fkunone: I stand waiting,
The 5:40 barrelling through the station
Sudden winds stinging my eyes
Newsapers drift, dancing around me
Reminding me of days gone by
I stand confused
This time, the 71 didn't stop
Befuddled, my suitcase drops open
Old plane tickets and memories
Settling onto the pavement
I drop panicked,
Gathering quickly that which I cherished,
Stuffing them into my luggage
My dry eyes beginning to water
I hear a message come to my phone
I walk concerned,
To the barred and closed window
I knock. No answer, no return
"Where's the number 71?" I whisper,
The board above, "To Be Determined"
I sigh wondering,
A lone bespectacled guitarist singing
Words from my heart
A whimpering I hear near me
I kneel and find a tired child
I ask, "What's wrong?"
"That was my train too." he cries
"You can't ride it alone, " I say.
He looks up at me with eyes finished crying
"I know," he replies.
His hand I take,
"The gift shop looks open."
He happily jogs in that direction
And picks up a little box
And holds it to his heart in affection
I ask, "You like that?"
He points out the pink ribbon
The redness of the box, stark like love
The man behind the counter
Smiles in reply
"I'd like that," I say
"Many things it can hold,
But what you cherish the most
Will stay secure inside."
And I pay for what he told
I no longer carry my suitcase,
A string attached to a crystal
As he hands me my change
Dangles between my fingers
I thought this might be strange
I look at it closely
"Place this around your neck,
And remember that which is inside your box
For what you keep on your heart's shelf
Shall never be lost"
I wear the necklace,
Then I clutch the shard on my chest
The child grabs my hand as gentle
As the box inside his heart
We smile
I think to myself,
"I'll check this station often"
That 71 still echoing conversations gone by
The warmth I felt as I sat in its hospitality
Always kept my mouth from being dry
"Where you off to now?"
"I don't know," I reply
as I begin to check my phone,
"But I have an idea of what I must do."
On display, "That sounds nice...kinda like home."
