Just at the train station ,
Subtle lights half-glowing in orange
The sounds of a train that flashed by me
Played like echoed haunts from yesterday.
Train after train
went by me
Sounds, that echoed just the same,
But never quite the same.
I wandered at the train station for a long time after,
Still hearing sounds of yesterday
Sounds , that haunted and taunted my ears and my heart
Sounds, that wouldn’t leave or part.
The last train arrived at the station,
I could leave or stay,
Stay here in the warmth of yesterday
The train left,
And I knew I was to stay here for a long long time
And the lights of the train station went off,
As I loomed in darkness,
And the Echoes of the train that once went by me slowly fizzled away,
Like the voices of a person, that once went away.