The sun has set
And so work begins…

In the middle of nowhere
I spend my time
I greet strangers like friends
I know a few passers-by

Apart from greetings,
I am mostly alone
I eat my lunch in silence
As the night goes on

As four o’clock approaches,
I get ready to go
My shift will be taken over
And I will be on my way home

However, on this night, nobody comes
And I’m stuck alone
I put down my bag,
I pick up the phone

The only thing I hear
Is a high-pitched dialtone
And my sudden shallow breath
As I realise I’m not alone

I am not a fighter
But I shall stand my ground
For if I am to go,
Of myself, I hope to be proud.