To the Me Standing on That Platform

You stood there in the morning light

Hands in your coat, gripping dreams too tight

A one-way ticket, shaky knees

Trying to look brave in the autumn breeze

You didn’t know what lay ahead

Just echoes of the words you never said

A crowded train, a quiet heart

A journey longing for a place to start

To the me standing on that platform

I see you now, lost but warm

Afraid to fall, but still you tried

With too much doubt, and teary eyes

You thought the world would pass you by

But look—you're still here, still asking why

You watched the rails stretch far and thin

A metaphor you felt deep within

You dreamed of more, of somewhere else

But you forgot how to believe in yourself

If I could reach across the time

I’d tell you, “You were never left behind”

You made it through the longest nights

Your quiet hope became your fight

To the me standing on that platform

I see your fears in perfect form

You couldn’t see the days ahead

The love you'd find, the tears you'd shed

But every step you chose to take

Built the strength it one day takes

So hold that suitcase close again

This story’s yours—and it won’t end

And though you feared you'd miss the train

You made it here, through loss and rain

To the me on that platform, so unsure—

Thank you... for opening that door.