We waited ‘til the train came.
She did not get off.
We looked and looked.
We could not find her.
We called her cell —
could not even find her there.
She might be just  anywhere.

We waited at the station
for another train —
her familiar form
did not emerge
for us to see — to hug.
What could have happened?
Suppose — suppose — suppose!

Life is filled with supposes.
When we do not know a thing
then we suppose.
Sometimes it’s scary.

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