... and I let it go...

I rush down the escalator.....my train is coming, I get in, just on time, narrowly escaping the doors. I look around,the train is full, there's one seat left at the very end.I sit down, look absent mindedly around me, there are people talking, we just stopped at the technical university, lots of students, talking about grades, exams, its a full train.I close my eyes.....I can't dream away, something is bothering me, I saw something....I look around again, what is it waffy? what did you see? and.....there they were......two young kids, staring ahead, not talking, hands tightly clasped together. Something is wrong. They can not be more than 14 years old, the two of them, they have such forlorn looks. Something is wrong.

Say something Waffy, do something, say something Waffy.

My mouth does not open, I am at a loss for words...I keep looking at them, what is wrong? Is she pregnant? are they on their way to do an abortion? Is that it? what is wrong? Are they running away? from their parents? are they siblings? children of drug addicts sent to live in foster homes? or...are they going to commit suicide together, two lovers, misunderstood by the world, destined to die on this beautiful day? what is wrong?

Say something Waffy, do something, say something Waffy.

I can see the tips of their fingers, white, white from the tightness of their grip. I look at her, she is so young, her hair unkept, wild, down to her shoulders, she does not have a bag, she looks so sad. I look at him, he is not trying to be brave, he has a bag, a green bag. They do not look at each other through out the journey, but two people could never be closer.

Say something Waffy, do something, say something Waffy.

We are getting to the end of the journey, they look at each other, that look, that furtive smile as if to say "there's no going back now", I get off the train, stand aside, I need to know, need to see. She gets off first, he is still sitting down, staring at the floor, she does not say a word, he looks at her and bravely steps off the train.

Say something Waffy, do something, say something.

They link arms again, this time, their bodies pressed closely together, side by side, they can not almost walk. What are they planning to do? Kill themselves? I have to know, I have to know, I follow closely behind.

Let it go, Waffy, let it go.

They are walking faster now, strong purposeful steps, I hurry after them, perhaps I can stop them? Its not too late, I can save them, its not too late.

Let it go, Waffy, let it go.

Soon, we are coming to a junction, I know they are going to turn right, I am trying to keep up, at the same time trying to be inconspicuous.

Let it go, Waffy, let it go

They turn right, and I stop. I take a deep breath and let it go.

As I walked home, it suddenly came to me, I knew exactly what I should have said, I should have said "Are you guys okay? you both seem so sad".