Standing on the platform,
watching the tail lights of the last train
become smaller in the distance
In the pockets an empty phone
and keys to a place
that once felt like home
to many memories
Gazing into a tunnel as dark
as thoughts left behind
waiting idly - and perhaps in vain -
to be taken to a next destination while
standing on the platform
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