Some days I think of you.
Not the station.
You.
I keep a small place on the platform and all I want is to see you step off and walk the rest of the way with me.
But life tests first.
Patience.
Loyalty.
The quiet days when nothing arrives.
I am still hopeful you will come back.
And until that day,
I’ll be here, the way I have always been here.
Some stories don’t end.
They wait.
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