plat form

it is the platform.. where
we come across.. [outside]
one platform.. peoples.. come and by..
it is here where.. i got to meet y[u].. and where..
i will eventually lose y[u]..

there is your stop.. and..
my stop.. somewhere other than there..

your stop.. your life..
my stop.. a dead end..

if only the stops were of the one.. IF

yet.. this there your stop has come..
my stop.. is after the terminal.. where everyone is off..
everyone is gone.. remains the echoes of your sound.. your song.. your smile..
but the real y[u]..

the platform.. where you and i met.. has closed..
and.. will i see y[u] again? in nowhere of non-existance..