strangers on a train
are better off
than two
who constantly share pillow thoughts
but could only meet
at given stations
on certain dates
the rides
are always brief, frenzied and hurried--
a rush hour commute,
with never enough time
to marinate in the melded flavors
of having arrived
at the same destination
together
hours after,
another train ride,
a new pair of strangers
are locked in conversation
we too are trapped
inside misted windows,
our turn to count lamp posts
and wonder how many more
stations, platforms and train rides
loom ahead the likes of us
who weren't blessed to be strangers
on our separate ways home.
steph cruz
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