B10:42
I stand on the cold platform.
I stand on the cold platform.
The train is late, as always.
The train is late, as always.
I watch the empty tracks.
I watch the empty tracks.
Goodbyes are never easy for me.
Goodbyes are never easy for me.
I hold the ticket tight.
I hold the ticket tight.
It feels like a small weight.
It feels like a small weight.
I think of all the times before.
I think of all the times before.
Each goodbye takes a piece of me.
Each goodbye takes a piece of me.
But maybe that is okay.
But maybe that is okay.
Leaving means I had something good.
Leaving means I had something good.
I take a deep breath.
I take a deep breath.
The train arrives with a sound.
The train arrives with a sound.
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A quiet goodbye at the station
by @ava30