When the last train chugs out of the station
the doppler sound mingles
with his unseen tears’ flow

I got nowhere to go.

The lone small window will close
chrome sun won’t come soon
night would echo in silent flow

I got nowhere to go.

They all went their home

a place on earth
where a heart
where a hearth
sews a peace
brews a love

only his eyes burn
in fireflies’ glow

I got nowhere to go.

In the crickets’ hum
sleep doesn’t come
and it’s long since the last train rolled
from this barren cold.

He can’t make sense
can’t follow

*Why he got nowhere to go!