Under the clock
at Waterloo station
I stood and waited
    and waited,
        and waited,
hoping my friend would appear.
There was hustle and bustle
all around me,
as people hurried by;
others waited
for who knows who.
City gents with rolled up umbrellas,
well-dressed city women
with their bags and briefcases.
Young men rushing to catch a train
to see their favourite team play.
Young mothers with
reluctant children in tow.
Elderly folk with their walking sticks
pulling cases on wheels.
Where are they all off to?
Who knows?
I’m off home,
no-one came to find me.

© Felicity Bullock