I stand in the noisy subway and look worryingly at my watch.
I sit on the cold hard bench and put my old gray suitcase my lap.
I don’t know what I am waiting for.
I just know I must wait.
A small boy sits next to me.
He is also waiting for nothing.
His blue eyes of wonder stare straight forward.
Blond hair frames his little head.
I look down the walkway.
Many people are also waiting with us.
Millions on Millions,
Some not even human.
They always wait.
I, am tried of waiting.
I am tried of nothing happening.
I am tried of sitting on this cold bench.
I stand.
I walk away from these that are waiting.
There is not need to wait.
For nothing is coming.