the world keeps walking ahead, and i’m still at the platform, watching trains pull away with everyone whom i thought would wait for me.
the announcements echo names that are never mine, and the doors always close a second too soon— as if the universe decided i was meant to stand in the silence between departures.
been fascinated with trains lately. they carry the hopes, hugs, and farewells of many - too intangible to see, but enough to feel.