31/365: Station
Strangers coming in and out
but my sight is stuck at stop sign
You’ve told me your good bye.
Told myself I will be alright
But the recollections of that night caught me off guard.
Busy steps, rushing rails,
These thoughts of you
Are louder than a leaving train.
Tangled routes: a labyrinth with no end.
Why I cant find the exit?
Why can’t I let go of this pain?
I’m still at your station,
hoping I can hop on the right train.
Picture not mine. (c) to the real owner.















