loyal dog

A deserted train station at night.
Soft snow falls. Time seems frozen.

In the middle of the platform sits an old golden retriever, slightly wet from the snow, staring at the empty tracks. He’s wearing a faded red scarf.
Next to him, a frayed photo in a broken frame:
A smiling boy in a wheelchair, holding the same dog.

The boy is gone.
But the dog comes here every night.
Still waiting.