The train

They were standing on the platform – he and she – waiting for the train. It had to come in a few minutes. They were exchanging empty words. She often set his tie straight and glanced at him with sadness. They were feeling uncomfortable, and important words would not come. Suddenly resounded the hooter of the train. She only whispered “I love you. Remember me”. He entrained and gazed at her from the window.

She was standing on the platform following the leaving train with her eyes. The train that would never return. Tears were pouring from her blue eyes, tears were pouring from the bottom of her soul. She was staring into the distance for a long time. She suddenly understood that so many words had not been uttered yet but it was too late.

She wished to overtake the going train, jump into it, but it was already far away. They would never meet again. She was still standing there for a long time after the train had left, as if she did not want to part with the past. She was standing and seemed to understand nothing, staring at one point. Suddenly she turned and quickly went away. There was endless despair in her eyes. The train…Why namely this day it came on time?

22.03.1999.