A year ago, I never knew
the comfort of a crappy
grey chair, crammed
against a stranger
Excitement laced
in the blowing of a horn
I didn’t think getting a
ticket scanned would
bring me so much joy
Or that I would pack
my heart into a black
duffle bag every
chance I could
247.9 miles seems
so far on paper
but for him I would
travel to the stars
I feel a jolt in my stomach
every time the conductor
calls out a stop, knowing
I am that much closer to
the arms I call home
I try to count the never-ending
trees that go by, and wonder
if he does the same
I attempt to nap, falling asleep
to the chug of the wheels
on the tracks, time
passes faster this way
The pigeons at Union Station
greet me, I know them well
Every chance I get I will
wind my way through dusty
railroad tracks, and I know
he will do the same