Darting through the station,
It's eerily empty and quiet,
Here trying to catch the train
Before its last departure.
Shakey, frosty breathes
Escape my chapped lips.
Trembling bright pink fingers
Take shelter in my pockets.
Frozen ears tuck into the hat,
Haphazardly thrown on my messy blonde hair.
It looks like I missed it.
The very last train of the night.
Its headlights leading it through the dark
The steady sound of the horn blaring,
Alerting everyone of its presence.
But here I am standing at the edge of the tracks
Watching it disappear into the night.
The icy winter air stabs at my skin.
As I watch the train slice through that dark,
Gliding gracefully along the tracks.
Turning my back
I hear the distant blare of the horn
As it whispers into the night air, goodnight.
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