the next train

there are times
when you feel
like you are living
in between
the lines.
inbetween
the breaths that
you take, in that
small space
before the next
heart beat
takes place.
you are in limbo
waiting, waiting
for the next
train, the next
change of seasons.
the next love
to slip in and put
her arm
around you
even though she's
already arrived.