Lying on my dreams
that are lining up for you.
I'm asleep at the back
wondering if I caught the right train.
Whispers travel through the crowd
of him and her
uncertainty of where home is
and tales that could never be explained.

Awakening next to my old friend anxiety
as the train passed its stop
and there is no one to greet me as the doors unlock.

The sound of summer days make me hate this unknown place
and the view out the window isn't as pretty as it could be with you.