The Last Carriage
I sit on the waiting seat on the station
Not alone
Many friends are waiting as well
We share the same destination
Not long after, the train arrives
I look at my ticket,
"Ah, not my train," I say
Some friends board
They wave their hands
We exchange smiles
I'm left with the unfinished puzzle in my hand
Not long after, another train arrives
I look at my ticket,
"Ah, not my train," I say
Some friends board again
They wave their hands
We exchange smiles
With the puzzle still in my hands,
I begin to wonder, "Why doesn’t the ticket have a departure time?"
Not long after, another train arrives
Some friends board again
This time, they pull my hand
I look at my ticket
I release their grasp,
I say, "That's not my train, you go ahead"
They wave their hands
We exchange smiles
I'm still with my puzzle,
The puzzle is nearly complete
Time keeps passing
There are almost no friends left waiting
I finish my puzzle
Not long after, the train arrives
I look at my ticket,
"Ah, this is my train," I say
This time, I pull the hands of my remaining friends
They look at their tickets
They release my grasp,
They say, "That's not our train, you go ahead"
I wave my hand
But this time, no wave returns
After getting off the train
The puzzle I had been working on is now neatly framed
I look around,
The station is empty now.
Ironically, I don’t know where the remaining friends are headed
All I know is I boarded the last carriage of the day
Yanma Hidayah
Wed 25th Sep 2024 19:54
@Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh, Does it sound like that?😅 Actually, it's a metaphor for a phase I went through, kind of a quarter-life crisis thing.
By the way, thank you for being nice to everyone😊