An iron gate slams shut in the wind
A train grinds against the rails as it comes to a halt
A man can be heard talking to himself down the hallway
His voice echoing through these otherwise silent corridors
"I'm all alone again."

As I enter the room
I find myself surrounded by shadows
Men and women, all dressed in black
Some are crying, others stand idly with a grim look on their face
All facing a coffin in the middle of the room.

A few people turned towards me
But no one said a word
In the crowded court of this grief
I found myself feeling uncomfortable
To save myself further embarrassment, I made my excuses and left.