Arrived at the station late on a winter’s night

from the platform saw the train go.

As it disappeared into the railway tunnel

on the down line to the city.

No sound except for a rising bitter wind

to be on it my hopes were pinned!

Not prone to be scared but uncomfortable

every noise put me on alert!

It was an unmanned station and I was alone

with no cell phone signal.

Unable to tell a soul that I’d missed the train

as it started to pour with rain.

The external lamps began to swing with force

creating many darting shadows!

I could hear footsteps on the empty platform

then realised I was pacing!

As the dread of the unknown within grew

stuck until the next train was due!

At this point I was sure somebody was nearby

an outline of a figure was clear.

But it was nothing just swinging door

to the waiting room I went in.

Inside closing it shut light here was poor

paper blown in on the floor.

I started talking aloud then saw in the corner

a small girl and I guessed her mother!

Who I hadn’t noticed when I entered the room

taken by surprise I said ‘ Hello.’

The lady smiled and spoke quietly back

yet emotion her voice did lack!

They seemed nice and we chatted for awhile

their clothes looked an odd style!

Eventually fell asleep when I woke they’d gone

it was daylight outside.

The clock on the wall read six and was very cold

onto the platform I strolled.

I consciously glanced for the two I met in the night

but they were not insight!

At that moment my thoughts were on leaving

as the early train came in.

Nobody else got on board that I could relay

only later did I replay.

Shuddering at the implications they weren’t real

ghosts the image didn’t appeal!

Looking as solid as me having a conversation

thinking this once I’d left.

Though now I shall never really find out

always having a nagging doubt!

What did I experience that cold winter’s night?

The Foureyed Poet.