At this station, nothing stays.
Everything runs other ways:

the tracks and cars,
the passengers
aboard with luggage

then the blurs

the motion, smoke,
our kiss goodbye
as others also start to cry.

I see you leave and try to smile
as memory gives into mile.

Farewells
well-wishing:

everyone

embracing
waving

never done

until that last train
chugs away

as I must go

though not today.