FIRST TRAIN

夜明け前の駅 冷めたコーヒーと始発列車 6:03から始まる、一つの物語 A station before sunrise. A cold cup of coffee. The first train. A story that begins at 6:03. ──────────────────────── FIRST TRAIN The coffee's gone cold again Beside a folded newspaper The station clock says 6:03 The platform barely breathes A bicycle against the wall Still wearing yesterday's rain The first train slides into the dark Before the sky turns blue One deep breath Doors begin to close If I miss this morning I'll still be yesterday Take control The first train doesn't wait Neither will today Paper cup Empty now My footsteps cross the yellow line Take control One apartment window Finds its light Someone else Starts again Maybe that's enough for me Half a cup of milk tea Leaves a ring upon the desk One page folded twice One sentence Left unread Headphones leak a quiet song Every passing window Returns another face The window shakes My name doesn't The doors close I stay Steel wheels Cold rails First train No delays Paper cup Last sip Heartbeat Go Platform Footsteps Door chime Green light Deep breath Inside Go Tomorrow never knocked It always sounded Like the first train Leaving without me Not today Today I step inside Take control The first train found my name At 6:03 The coffee still went cold My hands Didn't shake this time Take control I stop counting Stations And start counting Mornings