I have spent the last four days

In this waiting room with Natalie

We have not missed our trains

That is far from the truth

We have decided not to catch

These lonely regional trains

As this will spoil our plans

Both of us are beginning to decay

Our clothes smell of our wasted hours

I am beginning to grow a scruffy beard

Natalie’s blonde hair is slowly losing its shine

We are positioned in the far corner

Of this beautifully ornate waiting room

Nobody is choosing to sit near us

Although this could change in an instant