The Missed Train

It was a chilly evening, and the wind at the platform carried a hint of something unfinished. The train’s whistle sliced through the dusk, pulling away a moment I wasn’t fast enough to catch.

People often say that if you miss one train, another will come. But some trains in life don’t run on schedules. They are meetings you promised to attend, apologies left unspoken, chances that could have changed everything. And once they’re gone, they don’t circle back.