My lost office at train station

My Lost Office At Train Station

I sunk with the shadows.
Crushed by cheerful feelings.
Knock me out who ever fought.
Leaving flakes in the form of recollections.

Abandoning sacred promises.
The sacred greetings of a lifetime.
Drove away no return.
Leave me on my own platform.

The station where we met is still there.
The clash of footwear with the floor seemed to be rhythmic.
Old coaches call the workers.
Leads them to the corners of the city.

But my night at the station is no longer the same.
There was a figure drifting along the train.
Waddled in bundles of tears.
A wave of the final sign of the story.