Dream Train Ii - Maybe Next Time Poem by Charles Wamuti

On the other side of the track she stood,
Busy laughing and chatting with her friends,
Maybe about school, maybe about boys,
Too happy and merry but little did she know,
That one lad across the street had something itching his tongue,
Coz it was burning his tongue like hot porridge.

He wanted to tell her since the very first time,
But she was ever too busy he never had a chance,
Now was just another day he wanted to tell her,
How he wished it would have been like the first moment,
But he still hoped one day he’d get space,
And tell her the three magical words.

The train roared running to a halt,
Not knowing it was between something strong,
Everyone running to a cabin near them,
And as fate would have it he entered before her,
Now, all he had to do was wait for her and tell her,
And hope her pack of friends would not be there.

Then he saw her coming his way,
His heart trembled probably of excitement,
And when she was near him he greeted her,
And warmly and wholeheartedly she responded back,
But as if just someone else she passed by him,
And to her friends she went and stood.

As if a sharp knife a new pain slit his heart,
At the time, confusion was a cloud above him,
But maybe they had something important to discuss,
Maybe her friend had something of hers,
All this he was not sure of,
But one thing for sure he had three important words to tell her.

AS the train headed all the way to the destination,
All they gave each other were eyes full of hidden meaning,
Each bewildered not knowing what the other meant,
He wished she would read the words from him,
But it was obvious she was totally oblivious of his mind,
He had tried his best, now it was not up to him.

Despite all, the three words were still with him,
They would continue burning and itching his tongue,
All he could do was wait for another day,
Maybe fate would bring her to listen,
And then he would say what was on his tongue,
Which always echoed in him, “I thank you”.