On the train is when I think of you,
The creak of the tracks and I nearly message you,
The sound of wheels turning and my mind focuses elsewhere,
Rushing back to your head bent over a keyboard
And closing my eyes to memorize the sound,
And the way your mouth curves upwards when you touch the perfect note.
On the train is when I picture you,
Sitting across from me,
Hands inches away from mine,
And you talked through the roof about chords and sounds
While I resisted the urge to ruin everything and discover
What your hands feel like when I'm holding them.
On the train is when I play pretend
That I am watching flying trees
And envying monochrome buildings
From a seat that isn't mine,
Rather than reminiscing of stolen time
With someone full of vibrant life that also isn't mine.
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