Going Home On A Train


I am lonely, on a train, but not alone at all.

Babies sleeping and crying

Children holding teddy bears and dozing off

People crammed next to each other

Yet each one a selfish box of isolation

Tuned into their books and their headphones

What was the name of the woman who sat beside you?

Where was she born? Where was she going?

The blackness outside rushing past

Just unseen scenery, fading into the night

All I can see when I look out of the window

Is myself

My reflection’s sleepy eyes and questioning mind

How refreshing it must be to sit alone

On a train platform at night

Knowing that your solitude is from a lack of people

Not a lack of people’s interest

Human beings, minds, thoughts, souls, you

Let’s connect

Let’s care

Until then, I am still lonely

On a train

But not alone at all

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3 thoughts on “Going Home On A Train

  1. Like it! Some really nice ideas in there. I don’t know what it is but I really love it. These lines:
    “How refreshing it must be to sit alone
    On a train platform at night
    Knowing that your solitude is from a lack of people
    Not a lack of people’s interest”
    Oooh, I likes dat. Happy late Valentine’s day greetings!

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