Alone
on the platform
she stood.
No luggage
No baggage
Nobody
running to someplace.
The wind found her, and passed her by.
The rain, so close,
like tears and dear departed,
never touched her.
The shelter was bare,
and no light would soon come,
but on that lonely night
her heart
so full, so restless, so free
would not let her stay.
Beyond Panic 