Incessant Awaiting

The rumble of the engine and chugging of wheels

Was gradually decanting with her impetuous heart rate, 

The whistling of the valedictory train 

 Proclaiming it's last fleeting glimpses

She knew it's all over, the vacant platform 

Will now be the dispensation of her fate. 

The jejune track and platform of retreating confluence, 

Conspiring to devour her in profound solitude. 

It was frivolous act of disparaging his veritable love. 

And now her derailed life is immersed in destitute. 

The muted hours communicated, the lingering isolation

Only the returning whistle of his train can condone her castigation.