At a Distance, at Least

I watched my feet cover the damp, red bricks as I made my way to the train. There was a receipt in my pocket and I was folding and unfolding it. “Hey”, the word echoed through the empty street and off of the steam clock. I stopped, looked up and saw you in the distance waving. “How’re yah?” You yelled. “Not too bad, how about yourself?” I shouted back. There was a pause. You seemed to grow smaller then a short, sharp “Sorry” and you turned on your heel and walked away, footsteps falling heavy on the brick below.