Waiting Room

My train was cancelled,
So I had an extra half hour
In which to think:
Sitting in silence
In the waiting room,
With a complimentary drink.
I had said goodbye,
But was this a second chance?
Some kind of sign
For us to try again?
I sipped my coffee
And gazed down the empty railway line.
Was my life derailed
Or getting back on track?
Though I had paid
For a single ticket,
Rather than a return;
I had declined a first class upgrade.