Waiting

… see the man walking with a noticeable limp and a college diploma in his hand. Watch as he watches the time go by just waiting for the train above to take him home. He’s wondering, “will it ever come? Do I need the fare to get on? Where do I get off?”
Closes his eyes and he is on that train, window seat and the car is empty. The train stops and he finds himself walking down a familiar street, in a familiar aura with the feel and the aromas from a million years ago, another life…
He arrives at a door and hopes the latch is off and no key is needed. I’m fear he stands there, waiting, just waiting.