I arrive at the station
And
Catch myself
In the glass;
Held by my reflection
I
Ruminate
Journeys past.
Rain trickles down the window
Like
A teardrop
Down a face;
A sterner glance reveals
Some
Idle drops
Out of place.
Raising my hand to my cheek
I
Feel my thoughts
Come to be;
Distantly a voice claims
My
Tears have come
Silently.
I stagger about my spot
Here
To see who
Called my name;
Friends from home quietly stare
As
I see us
Still the same.
On this train from present to
Past
Visiting
An old flame;
Blinking eyes in disbelief
I
Wonder why
I’m on this train.
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