Standing in the Rain

I always thought that
Maybe someday you’d
Be standing there waiting for me
On the platform at the train
Instead of there
With another woman
And
Hating me. I’d be waving goodbye
While you smile and wave
And wonder when I’d be back
And I’d wonder what you were
Thinking,
If you missed her or if you wished
That you were anywhere but here.
“This is why it’s raining,” the child said
To her mother
And her mouth made a straight line
In her cheeks.
And I’m still standing here
Wondering.
Wandering.

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