Abandoned, set adrift in churning of the crowds, a girl sat alone at the station, sharing the bench with no one. All ready to abscond from here and the now, eager to just leave, waiting for the train that wasn't coming, left to contend with her own derailing vision.

The chill from her heart making her shoulders slump down, cold fingers pressing really digging into her. Eyes downcast, like she had been cast aside. Her head hung low. The brim of her hood pulled over.

She sat, she waited, packed with nothing but a half empty pack of American Spirit nicked from her erstwhile sibling in haste or her muted plea, now her only inheritance, -and the sillage of Him still hanging around her, the plume from his breath still steaming from her skin, the trill of his thoughts still wrapped around her like a harness, his last song girdling her waist, the ever tightening loop tightened with her every hitched breath.

His only kiss still trapped within her closed fist, his touch still warming her thighs.

Her visage bore witness and her face looked crumpled like she had been loved by an enemy, her body a display of weals generously doled out by her own. Her palisade was just not rearranged, it was fucking gone, snow wasn't her home anymore.

Her bitch of a future conspiring against her, her death an ocean calling out to her.

Abrupt whistles blew out all the flickering sconces on the walls, the moths fluttering free.

The train came too early, the fog didn't disappear

But she did.