Waiting at the Stop

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

Words: ©2020LCR
Image: No Claim, All Rights to Owner

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