Platform No 9

Lady in black,

Shimmers in the vapours;

Horn bloats,

Beat of heart slows down;

Waves swim on the rails,

Train approaches;

Coat flutters,

Man in grey dawns a cap;

A briefcase, an umbrella,

Both coated black;

Feet float,

Such a laid back walk;

Desire to look,

Overwhelming the feeling;

Thoughts fluttered in a butterfly manner,

Can i look one last time?

Lady smirks,

Screams,"There is no last time."