the platform

eternal pausing, the shells

of smoked peanuts

scattered

drips of tea on the stone bench

cold, now

and as I watch the train pull away

dragging a bit of my heart

with each chug

across the littered tracks

there are questions

answers I don’t need

for now, I’m a blur

a thing-of-the-past

yours, a moment ago

when you ran your fingers

through my hair

as always, your fingers caught

in the tangled ends

and just like always

you left them like they were