Watching a couple at the train station:
He’s on the brink of leaving,
their lips clinging to each other
each kiss refuses to be the last
each heart trying so hard to be brave.
They are not looking forward to the train,
they are looking at each other
happy for each minute of delay.
When it finally arrives
he is not among the first to throng
at the door for a seat,
but he must go.
When their lips and hands cannot connect
anymore, their eyes still do
and when he finds a window seat
their lips pronounce inaudible words of love:
I’m waiting for you
I’ll hold you in my arms again, my love
Have a safe trip
The engine starts a shy move
They don’t want attention,
but waving she puts her sunglasses on
to hide the welling tears
as she walks next to the leaving train
and waving he turns his head to the window
to see every last glimpse of her.
I was witness to this small scene, already sitting in the train to go home, and it touched me to write about it.
Diese kleine Szene habe ich am Bahnhof mitbekommen, ich saß schon im Zug, hab aus dem Fenster geschaut und den Bahnsteig beobachtet.