Seated on a bench
Carved with words
Waiting for the train
To take me away

Somewhere far from
This empty town
The streets are too quiet
Only ghosts remain now

A fireplace flickers
Somewhere down the road
Piercing the night
And the whispering breeze

Cackling relatives
Curious children
The smoke curls
As the sounds fade

Beneath my feet
A deep rumble
The train screeches
To a halt beside me

Mist kisses my cheeks
Before I step into the light
The laughter stings
My scarlet ears

I take a seat
And press against the glass
Breath painting shapes
On the foggy window

I've left the town behind
My home nowhere in sight
I could be going anywhere
Yet I'm headed nowhere