A load of Sadness.
I ran for the train.
I miss.
'It passes.'
A gust of wind follows.
Cold air dances under my garments.
Hairs peaked by the show.
The ordeal left chaos in its path.
Dust blew in all sorts of ways,
It left me feeling dazed.
My lashes failed to catch a bunch.
I get cold and teary-eyed,
Miserable for a while.
Then get over it and smile.
I wait for the next train.