Lines and rhymes

Platform

A/n: yeah... I haven't written in a while. My... imaginary friends were not talking to me XD.

Well, now I'm back. And guess what? It's only 19 days left! Yaaaayyyy— for what? Hmmm... nah. I won't tell you. You can pm me and I might give a hint. (Key word being might;))

Till then, hit the little star and make it shine, also let me know what you think of this.

Enjoy....:)

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On an empty platform, a man sat at a bench
His fists, due to the cold he would clench and unclench

Every passing bus his eyes would follow
'Cause which one was his? He, at all, didn't know

A cat walked past him and nuzzled his feet
But when he didn't notice went away in defeat

Up above on the sky the moon shone bright
Drowning the stars' sparkle Illuminating the night

The man got up, sighing and walked to and fro
His stomach growled in hunger he sushhed it with a  no.

The wind started to blow made his teeth clatter
But he only wondered what was the matter

The bus was rather late or had it passed already
Then another thought made his heart beat unsteady

What if his important guest, the one who was expected
Had not boarded the bus not  expecting to be collected

The man bit his lip and pulled the hood over his head
He made his way across to the wall behind him instead

There he leaned against it and the cat passed by
It then sat by his shoes and watched the man sigh

The winds now blew colder the man pulled the hood closer
His eyes now didn't wait but just stared at some poster

Hours had passed and no bus was arriving
Not to doze off like the cat, the man was striving

The moon light got obscured by the thick heavy clouds
Soon the rain took over the platform like the crowds

The hindrance in vision did not stager the man
To go home and rest was not part of the plan

Downpour woke up the cat and it looked up with a plead
To give it space in the shade the man moved aside his feet

The song of the rain shower and occasional mrow of the cat
Were the only few sounds for the next hour, the man had

And hour turned into two, and two turned into four
The man still waited and waited, just like before

The down pour ended but the bus didn't come
The man's fingers and feet by now felt numb

He pushed off the wall and decided against his will
To go back, for the expected cold, take a pill

The man made his way back, the cat came behind
When it followed him into the car, the man didn't mind

Lost in the thoughts of the platform, the made his way back
Promising himself that tomorrow first thing he'll be back....

—halaenoor