Abigail
She sighed as she sat down
The weight of her body had been pulling her down closer to the ground with each season that passed and sighed like she
she was not as young as when she first met you
Her hat was slightly wrinkled from two days of travels and her boots had lost the sheen of the polish applied before she closed the door to her little cottage for the last time
She was waiting for you
I could tell
Because I was waiting for you too
I have been waiting my whole life for you death,
to come and wrap your withered unforgiving hands around my heart and breath.
And so why had we two strangers come to the same train station at the same time with the same thing in mind
That I cannot answer, for many synchronicities happen every day all over the world and by knowing the reasons, we often lose the mystery of the moment and the reasons found behind our interactions viewed in hindsight fade from view.

The wind stirred through her silver iridescent hair
I could tell she was like me straight away
And for a while I was convinced that she WAS me
But I let that thought fade into the wind like the tendrils of her hair because it didn’t matter
and in truth we are one and the same
I could see her trying to hide her tears
brushing them hastily and exasperantly  from her face and onto her dress, glancing down and all around at once to see if anyone noticed them falling.
I looked away out of respect for her to grieve her life in the slim pickings of privacy offered by the train station.
The train station itself was a relic tucked away north of a big city, with it’s original buildings painted in the flat heritage colours preferred by the stiff and narrow minded care takers.
The office was closed, the shutters down, almost giving the impression that the building was just sleeping and soon would awaken to dispense tickets gaily to the work a day commuters expected with the next turn of the earth around the sun. Neither of us had purchased a ticket.
How it was that I knew she was here to do the same thing i had in mind, eluded me, I pushed the thoughts out of my mind and enjoyed the mystery of knowing. She was to do the same thing I wished to do in 7 minutes time. I knew. And I didn’t care how I knew. Sometimes you just know things.
perhaps we were born under the same misguided star, perhaps the same hour of ascension, the dead of the night five to midnight, when the death of the night is at its peak.
Perhaps the whole of the world felt the way we did and we were the only ones brave enough to act and end it.
Only hindsight can say. Sagely in it’s old man voice, “what will be, will be”, hacking up his lung and spitting it into the ash tray in front of him as a symbolic gesture of acceptance of fate.
I guess you’ll have to think about that one.
All of a sudden an announcement came through over the speakers
“An express train will pass this station in approximately two minutes”
That was our cue.
perhaps we have both been coerced by the same mischievous spirits. I do not care, they have sold me to the cause. the time is now, and never, at the same time.
We both approached the platforms edge.
Her violet eyes searching mine in surprise to see me standing beside her
I speak through my eyes to reassure her, that all is well and I reach out my hand.
As soon as she touched it, her name spoke through her veins and into mine
Abigail
The winds of memory flowed through me
She was me
I was she
and in this moment we be three. Ourselves, and our creationship, relationship.
Convoluted on its rocky sea of you and me,
The sails were lowered, the life boats at ready
The captain by the bell ready to call evacuate
The train turned the corner, and let out its whistle of approach
she reached her hand into mine and squeezed.
I felt her whole life rising through her eyes
Those violet suns flecked with yellow gold
fringed with the blackest of black lashes, despite her old age
like luminous ponds viewed after midnight,
The lashes becoming the swaying grass under the breeze silhouetted by the moon.
I lost myself into her eyes, and started to remember who we were.