I don’t want to stand out here in the dark
waiting for a train that may never come.
All the others have been collected,
but no-one wanted me.
They looked at my identity, flicking the tag
away in disgust. Waving me off.
It’s quiet now that the crowd has gone.
And cold. I wonder if my parents ever considered
that no-one would take me in.
I was sent away. Now I’m being sent back,
returned to sender. I am useless
like the unused gas mask around my neck.