standing on the platform
listless as the train rushes by
leaves rustle past empty chairs
left behind I wait alone
can't open to the simplicity
passed along from one to another
deserted and uncared for
at the station i cry
noone's hear to hug me
to say it'll be alright
for me to call mum or dad
noone for me to love
as night crawls here
settling into me
i curl up on one
of those empty chairs
back to poems
back to home sweet hoem