#2638-Chatham House

Cold autumn mornings,

In an empty train station.

When the ride to school,

Felt long and far away.

Waiting for friends,

To slowly arrive,

Breathing the damp,

Salty air,

From the ocean nearby.

It brings back memories,

From a simpler time,

When we gazed and talked,

Rather than stare,

Head bent,

Into our hands.