Replica Of A Dream

She was nowhere to be seen. But I had stepped awhile aside For a moment to myself From the crowd jostling the railway station And here she is gone With the platform empty! In that briefest time I remember arguing with two guys That we need to remember not everything And they were dissenting. Where could she have gone My mind yelled what if the train had arrived and left! We were supposed to board it. As I looked frantically around There wasn't a ticket counter There was no train There was no trace of her When a shiver told me The station couldn't be this empty! Then my fingers fell on my cell. Oh I forgot She was just a speed dial away. Enveloped me a cold sweating The platform was bare She wasn't there And her cell returned no ring! It was then two women I saw Pulling a cart Of trash and the station's dirt. Where's the ticket room? They smiled I froze in fear Ten miles from here... my cries traveled far woke her why I keep losing her!