She arrived a year too early.
Waiting by the tracks,
Where they should have met,
She lingered on a promise,
Drawn by serendipitous dreams
That drew forever apart that day,
As each blurring train whistled time away.
He arrived a year too late.
Led by clouds that blew astray,
Carrying curious feelings familiar,
He waited on a prayer,
Whispering from the trains,
Yet lingering upon the tracks,
Drawn ever close, yet silenced time again.