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
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
Until then, I am still lonely
On a train
But not alone at all