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Departing trains

One more train passing by, leaving, taking people away and some others home. And I am here, alone, standing on the badly-litten platform. My wide eyes, watching the emptiness as the train leaves, just like you left... I have been here for hours, standing on the grey and decayed concrete. Twilight is coming, and I shiver just a bit. You should be here, talking to me, warming me, your scent overwhelming my senses. Just as before. But no... not now, not as before. I cried, sobbed, and finally went out of tears waiting for you to come back. Those happy days, so far but still so clear in my mind, deceivingly clear, hurt me whenever I realis