Train

Standing giddily by the tracks waiting to see the steam rise just over the trees and to hear the whistle as it drowns out all the mumbles and benign conversation that have none of my attention, for it is all focused on the arrival of the train. As I crane my head over the platform that is set to the side of the track to get a better look my mother calls at me to stop that because I could lose my balance and fall, and as if she was predicting the future I did just that, I lost my balance and tumbled down right on to the crisscrossed rail tracks and I get up just in time to hear the whistle that I was so anxiously trying to listen for, and turn to see the steam rise above the trees that I had ever so closely looked for, and then I see it the great metal master piece barreling right for me but as I realize far too late that I am in its way, and it pace has not slowed one single bit and I look back to my mother who has tears in my eyes, and then to the train that I was so excited to see, and close my eyes just before it hits me but I feel nothing as though I escaped it but then, I see myself splattered against the grill of the conductors car, and see that the crowds in shock and that my mother is climbing down the platform and I go to embrace and tell I’m fine but I go right through as though I'm not even there, I try to get her attention and go by her side and tap her shoulder to ask why she ignored me but she doesn't seem to notice, so now I try a little more forcefully but to no avail, and now panicked as to why she can't hear or see me I try to get the attention of the bystanders that stand on the side faces still painted with shocked, scared, and disgusted faces but not even they seem to notice me so I sit on the bench right by the ticket mans’ ticket booth, and cry, I cry as to why no-one can see me or hear me, I cry to know why this happened to me, and I cry for someone to help me out, to save me but no answers could I find so I retract my head from my hands and wipe the tears off them on my shirt and look at the train the train, that I was so excited to see, but I can't ever feel that way about it again, so I go back to the bench and lay down on it, and try to sleep, and as hours turn to days and days to week and so forth I stayed right there until what I believe years went by, I see a little girl waiting anxiously by the tracks like I did so long ago, trying to get a peek around the bend to see the steam rise above the trees and craning her neck out to hear the whistle and just as my mother said, and just as what happened to me the little girl fail but knowing there nothing I can do to stop what's about to happen but just watch as history repeats itself I take my place back on the bench as I sit with a feeling that I haven’t felt in a long time the feeling of excitement because now I have a friend to speak to and play with, its just sad that this is how it happened, and there it is right on time the twelve a clock train that arrives on the dot for the past fourteen years and all the ones before then, now comes barreling down those tracks like it did way back when, and I smile as I stand to greet my new companion.