Every day on this train station,
I stand and wait for confirmation.
She's standing on the other side,
and lets her hair out in a glide.
Shadows spilling on the platform,
wind is blowing in my face.
Number 23 incoming,
she is getting on the train.
And as I stand on this train station,
she turns around in confirmation.
The train doors close, I wave goodbye.
We'll see each other in no time.
The air feels nice, the station – empty,
next train is scheduled, one of many.
A windy summer afternoon,
it's cool, it's quiet, it goes too soon.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 9:37 AM UTC
Every day on this train station,
I stand and wait for confirmation.
She's standing on the other side,
and lets her hair out in a glide.
Shadows spilling on the platform,
wind is blowing in my face.
Number 23 incoming,
she is getting on the train.
And as I stand on this train station,
she turns around in confirmation.
The train doors close, I wave goodbye.
We'll see each other in no time.
The air feels nice, the station – empty,
next train is scheduled, one of many.
A windy summer afternoon,
it's cool, it's quiet, it goes too soon.
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