The train car is usually empty at
9 am. Blue plastic seats line both
lengths of the train. The seats are
cold and rock solid. They
join together to form one
elongated bench.

The car is empty now and I am
the first in this lonely train car.

Two lives entwined, yet worlds apart
One is forefront and first seen,
A constant pull, a tearing heart
The other is hidden and forbidden,
A true freedom, lying till eighteen

The applewood boughs were once laden with revenant spring,
Pillars of sanctuary to golden finches lost in flock,
Through throngs of feathered wings batting valiantly against turbulent affairs,
One single creature is mottled by solitude,
For it drives him insane to be so isolated,

Never thought I’d be here again
Pining again
Feeling again
Swept up in the moment again
In a smile again
I thought I was over it
Over romance
Over random chance
Over falling into eyes which linger just too long on mine
But no
Turns out that love is young