on a train at 4:11AM
destination: nowhere
will something come up?
the royal blue sky
blushing
against the silent snow,
hints purple by the horizon line.

the monitor should tell me where to go
but your name appears
under the gleaming
NEXT STOP signal
it flickers onto and



out of my



reality

someone might understand,
who laughs as if they’re
gasping
for a breath of something
that oxygen
can’t give

maybe that someone
is in the dust in the air
of this very same train,
flowing inside my lungs.

A realization that I might not be alone,
Comes up to mind.
My feet are cold,
My hands tremble,
Longing for a friend to hold them.

It’s now 6 in the morning.
A buzz of people enter and then leave
the train in a disorganized matter.
I see them pass by in slow motion
While I sit frozen in time and place.

Maybe, I’m not in this train
To find someone who’ll kiss my forehead
And wipe my tears.
But instead, I may be here to find myself,
A reflection of me, staring right into my eyes,
Reminding me:
That this is my life, and no matter how I am,
I got to live it.