Time means nothing to me. Monday, Friday, 3:00, 6:00, Spring, Autumn. Time only matters to those who have a purpose, or a place to be.

No one waits for me at the doorstep of a brightly lit house to encourage my return before seven. No busy office room begs my attendance at eight. No calendar marks a special date at which I must send someone a gift or wish someone well.

My stomach is empty as cardboard box, long forgotten in a dark alleyway. It no longer claws at me from the inside insisting to be fed. My throat is as dry as a desert bed, yet no thirst claims me.

Perhaps if I had known it would have happened this way, I would not have gone to the train tracks that night.

Though nothing chains me in place, I still find myself unable to leave.

So, I just stand and watch as time moves without me.

People arrive, people board, people leave. It's always the same.

Then when the sun sinks down and the sky turns dark, it's empty and I am alone.

My heart doesn't beat, the cold does not exist on my skin.

I feel nothing, I am nothing.

Time goes on. How long has it been since I breathed?

It doesn't matter.

Today, for I believe that's when it was, something strange happened.

You.

You approached me and you spoke.

"Hello, sorry to bother you, but I've seen you standing here, in this exact same spot everyday for the past month, and I was wondering if you're okay."

I didn't know how to answer. If I spoke would you even hear me?

You tilted your head to the side ever so slightly, and I realized you were wearing a red scarf.

The sudden realization that I could see a color was strange.

Then you reached out a hand and I knew you were going to touch me.

The sensation of your fingertips passing through my arm was startling.

Your expression was the same.

You stared at me with your mouth open.

"Are you a hologram?" You asked.

"No." I answered without thinking. But then as soon as the word was out of my mouth, I knew you hadn't heard it.

You frowned.

"Are you a ghost?"

Is that what I am? I wondered.

I supposed that I must be, so I nodded.

You're eyes softened, and I realized they were blue.

"Are you lonely?" you asked.

When you asked, I knew suddenly that I was.

But then the train pulled up and I knew you would be just like the others. You would come, you would board, you would go. And I would be alone again.

However, just before you went, you turned back to me and said, "I'll see you tomorrow!"

Tomorrow. What is tomorrow? Tomorrow is the day that will never come, just like yesterday. It is always one step ahead of you. So many people wait for tomorrow without realizing that they will not ever have it.

And I, like they, suddenly found myself waiting, for the first time. I was waiting on time.

The hands on the large clock in the stationhouse turned slowly.

Slow is not a word I had reason to use until now. Speed only depends on time, and if time doesn't matter, neither does speed.

But now, time does matter.

Will you return?

Will tomorrow become today? Or will I be waiting forever for a day that will never come?