Sideline.

Standing on the sidelines watching. Wanting to step over that line, yet kept back by the invisible wall.

Here but not there. Two parallels moving together, never meeting?

Will one eventually move faster than the other?

Standing there on the platform, watching as the train moved off. The residual gust of wind settled down into mere a whimper as the lone figure stood there, unable to cross the line, kept back by the invisible wall. Alas! Was there a spot of tear?

"Will you wait for me. With me."

As the world moves on.

Or would the train have moved on, one station, and another. And another.

The lone figure stood rooted to the spot, wrinkled and gray.

Would there be, another lone figure across the platform, wrinkled and gray. Waving back?

"I'll miss the train together with you."