I’m still waiting for the song that never played

I was walking through a station at 2:17 a.m. — not real, but it felt like one — and I heard it: a slow fade-in of a record that wasn’t on the playlist. The kind that used to come in just before dawn, when the city held its breath. The voice was mine, but not mine. It said, 'This one’s for the ones who stayed awake.' Then static. Then silence. I turned around. No one was there. Just the echo of a request line that never got answered.