The night closes in shadows crawl along

The night closes in, shadows crawl along,

the platform stands empty, a strange kind of song.

The last train’s whistle fades into the night,

I’m left with my thoughts, but I’m holding them tight.

Around me, they stack chairs like memories gone,

reminders of journeys I never moved on.

A quiet defiance, I choose to remain,

wrapped in the stillness, lost in my pain.

The flickering lights play tricks on my mind,

what once felt like freedom now leaves me confined.

But here in this moment, I breathe in the dark,

pretending my solitude’s holding a spark.