The last suburban train got preponed.

 I didn't apprehend, for it wasn't regular.

Some railway porters consoled me a while, 

Perhaps they thought I was in trouble.

There was none else left on the platform. 

I mean, somebody, who had a definite home to return. 

I carried no luggage other than my backpack. 

I really needed no porter to assist me.

The problem was not that I missed the last train, 

For no fault of my own since I wasn't late to reach the station. 

The problem was that it was a sudden break, 

A sudden break in my nightly habit of returning home.

Am I somebody who has a definite home to return?