The train

There you were,
Standing in the rain.
Trying to get back to her again.
One hand on the bagage,
One hand on the train.
An old train,
That might never drive again.
Here she is,
Standing in the rain,
Do you need to her help again?
To let her bend
To let her break from the strain.
The strain,
That you've put on her again.
It's much too early
And way to late
But you still keep waiting on the train.