The train reluctantly pulling away from the station. Or maybe it was me.
It's engine groaning under the psychological weight of the journey ahead. Or maybe that was me.
Wishing in it's heart of hearts that it never had to leave - that it could stay where things were predictable, safe and warm. Yep, that was definitely me.
As soon as it picks up speed, the train will know all about me.
But I will know no more.