I’m on the train
Almost home
It’s hardly dark outside
with the amount of lights that are
on
I’m taking up a 4 seater, comfortable
Only im not enjoying
my soar throat
Which I kept shoveling smoke into
When I visited a friend
And we smoked together with our sore throats
Afternoon smoking after hydration
and a meal
Some lady left her headphones
in the seat across the walkway from mine
I tried to look around and see if I could find this woman without a face
No luck, but a man recognized my concern
And said “next stop, it’s LA”. Yes.
I appreciate his effort,
so I flash another recognizable
expression, gratitude with a smile
I Turn back around into my seat.
The table across from me is taken again by another stranger, but she doesn’t see what I see.
One more stop till home, then I promise to heal my throat.