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.
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 12:06 PM UTC
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.
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