I often sit on a bench on the station in little faraway corner. I keep hearing those announcements, alarming horns, screaming goodbyes, happy welcoming, howling and voices. Train taking me to my destination comes and go but I don't catch. And this continues for long. Until I see the big clock showing 11:11 and I remember all things I have left behind whilst some things purposely left me. I feel life slipping down from my palms and I just wish to see more things pass by. On losing things and days.🦋🖤 #losing #bench #station #storiesoflife #musingsonlifeandloss #kratisha #shortpoem