Late for the Train

Snow is falling like a lazy sigh. I'm racing shadows as the daylight

dies. Boots hit the pavement, heartbeat loud. The clock's my

enemy in this bustling crowd. The whistle screams a warning cry. If I miss

this, so will I. Late for the train. Late for the

train. Dreaming of faces, calling my name. Late for the train.

Oh, not again. Christmas feels colder without them. The lights above

me blurring home. The track ahead feels miles long. Suitcase bouncing in my hand.

Wishing time would understand. Candy canes and my sister's grin, Dad's old stories,