The train was moving exceptionally slow tonight, which makes me ponder
is train traffic a thing?
I sigh
and lean my head against the window.
I look
up a million miles into the vastly empty sky.
I reflect
on astronomy class and space.
I wish
that I was a million miles away from this tawdry town.
I close
my eyes and let my mind wander.
I wonder
if there’s something going on in the city.
I realize
that I’ll find out soon enough.
I shut
my eyes again, pushing the past behind me.
I know
there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel, literally and figuratively.
I giggle
to myself, as we pass through a tunnel, coincidentally, and enter the outskirts of the city.
I let
my thoughts take over my brain.
I let
my mind race.
I let
myself think about all the things that I’d previously banished from my head.
I let
a single tear fall from my eye.
I open
my eyes, blurry from the tears.
I whipe
the tears away and instantly feel better, as if the tears carried all the bad emotions.
I look
back into the sky, and become mesmerized.
I marvel
at the lights dancing across the night sky; green and purple and yellow.
I gawk
at the throngs of people standing by the fountain, watching the sky.
I visualize
myself, standing among the crowd, feeling what they’re feeling.
I crave
to be with them, instead of being stuck on this lackadaisical train.
I settle
for my view from here.
I know
it could all be worse.
I glimpse
back out the window and see the lights, and
I smile.
is train traffic a thing?
I sigh
and lean my head against the window.
I look
up a million miles into the vastly empty sky.
I reflect
on astronomy class and space.
I wish
that I was a million miles away from this tawdry town.
I close
my eyes and let my mind wander.
I wonder
if there’s something going on in the city.
I realize
that I’ll find out soon enough.
I shut
my eyes again, pushing the past behind me.
I know
there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel, literally and figuratively.
I giggle
to myself, as we pass through a tunnel, coincidentally, and enter the outskirts of the city.
I let
my thoughts take over my brain.
I let
my mind race.
I let
myself think about all the things that I’d previously banished from my head.
I let
a single tear fall from my eye.
I open
my eyes, blurry from the tears.
I whipe
the tears away and instantly feel better, as if the tears carried all the bad emotions.
I look
back into the sky, and become mesmerized.
I marvel
at the lights dancing across the night sky; green and purple and yellow.
I gawk
at the throngs of people standing by the fountain, watching the sky.
I visualize
myself, standing among the crowd, feeling what they’re feeling.
I crave
to be with them, instead of being stuck on this lackadaisical train.
I settle
for my view from here.
I know
it could all be worse.
I glimpse
back out the window and see the lights, and
I smile.
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Fiona Ella
Oct 29, 2016
This is really powerful. I could really feel that sort of feeling that comes with late-night commution (is that a word? I really don't think it is, but I'm going to use it anyway.), and the ending was very satisfying. I like the refrain of "I [verb]"—it really seemed to fit. This left me wondering at the end, but in a good way. Really nice job!