a crumpled ticket in her hand,
it's hovering just before twelve,
the light above, can't
illuminate the
night, and the cold seeps into her
gloves.

forgotten bag not in her hand,
or a paper to prove her name,
right on time she turns her head,

at the distant sound of a train.

The last of her worry slips away, with the
rattling of the ground,
a smile on her lips as she steps
inside
never to return homebound