The seconds spin on but time stands still. I begin to wonder if perhaps the silence says more than it should. A pen drops but all I hear is a numb quiet. My train was delayed so I don’t mind the rain. The drops on the window reflect the cabins interior, I don’t like what I see but then again it’s only me. I breathe in the past with the moist, dreary air and turn my attention to the journey ahead. The motion of the train is sluggish and almost sleepy except for my heart's constant beating. I close my eyes and slowly begin to drift off then awake with a jolt and see it’s you, it’s you that I miss.