Waiting at the Stop

There is a bench

In a derelict station

Where a ghost

Sits and waits

The clocks have all

Wound down

And darkness has fallen

There is no schedule

The trains run

On their own time

And rush by this terminal

Without stopping

Still she waits

With no expectation

Just a faint hope

That one day

A train will stop

So she can get on

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