I'm still waiting for the song that never played

I was walking through a station at 2am, the kind with fluorescent lights humming like old radios, and I swear I heard it—just a few notes of a song I’ve never heard before, but knew by heart. It wasn’t on any playlist, not in my memory, but when it faded into the silence between platforms, I felt something break. I turned around, but there was no one. No DJ booth. No tape deck. Just the echo of a voice that didn’t belong to me. And then I remembered: I used to play that song every night, just after midnight, until they pulled the plug. Now I’m the one who’s been forgotten.