Arrived at the station late on a winter's night
from the platform saw the train.
As it disappeared into the railway tunnel
on the down line to the city.
No sound except for a rising bitter wind
to be on it my hopes were pinned.

Not prone to be scared but uncomfortable
every noise put me on alert!
It was an unmanned station and I was alone
with no cell phone signal.
Unable to tell a soul that I'd missed the train
as it started to pour with rain.

The external lamps began to swing with force
creating many darting shadows!
I could hear footsteps on the empty platform
then realised I was pacing.
As that dread of the unknown within grew
stuck until the next train was due!

At this point I was sure somebody was nearby
an outline of a figure was clear!
But it was nothing just a swinging door
to the waiting room I went in.
Inside closing it shut light here was poor
paper blown in on the floor.

I started talking aloud then I saw in the corner
a small child and I guessed her mother!
Who I hadn't noticed when I entered the room
taken by surprise I said ' Hello'.
The lady smiled and spoke quietly back
yet emotion her voice did lack!

They seemed nice and we chatted for a while
their clothes seemed an odd style!
Eventually fell sleep when I woke they'd gone
it was daylight outside.
The clock on the wall read six and was very cold
onto the platform I strolled.

I consciously glanced for the two I'd met in the night
but they were not in sight!
At that moment my thoughts were on leaving
as the early train came in.
Nobody else got on board that I could relay
only later did I replay!


Shuddering at the implication they weren't real
ghosts the image didn't appeal!
Looking as solid as me having a conversation
thinking this once I'd left.
Though now I shall never really find out
always having a nagging doubt!

What did I experience that cold winter's night?

The Foureyed Poet.