The way to the train

Someone mentioned your name
on the way to the train.
My mind started racing
I know it’s insane
on my way to the train.
But there’s something about
the thought of you out
on your way to the train
that puts me at ease.
I hope you find ease.
I know I’m not easy.
Whatever that means.

Sometimes I think about you
when I’m on my own.
I think about
stopping to see you
on my way to the train.
It’s a happy sad thought.
It’s a tough one to wrestle with.
And before I know it
I’m all the way to the train.

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