The train passes. Tears everywhere, yet the careless breeze of the Mediterranean graces me, leaving traces of my land everywhere. The train departs—at least the figs are swaying in the wind. Empty platform, but please let me wait a little longer, he will be here soon, he will come.

Eylem Zara Bektas studies English Literature and Comparative Literatures. When she is not reading, she writes short stories, flash fiction and poetry. She loves the ocean, both literary and real, and thus considers herself a professional ocean-seeker.