Yakou Achates

A face reflected in the window of an overnight train.
The seat beside you, empty.

"Achates" the ancient Greek origin of "agate,"
a stone layered over three thousand years.

I should have said thank you.
I should have said sorry, sooner.

Your voice slowly turns to mineral.
Memories settle into layers, becoming a beautiful stone.

The second chapter of Think and Sence's Railway Trilogy.
An agate ballad where the rhythm of a night train shakes loose forgotten memories.