Train Station

I see the bottle on the

Floor. It's next to the

Empty coffee cup and the

Guitar with the broken strings.

It's near a rug that's almost

Gold in colour, almost

Neat but not quite. It's almost

Time for the train.

The clock ticks as I

Watch, it's Not long now, I

Know how darkness works and I

Expect it to come soon.

Because I don't want to stay

But neither do they.