Ride Home Poetry No. 3

Settle down
Catch your breath
The trains move angrilly
The people stop quietly

Fall back to the chair
The long blue chair
No one else will sit
It will be just me

I should have taken the other car
Someone must have ridden there
I see only strangers
But they don't see me

Stop texting!
Just look
At the one who will look back
Fuck the wrong moves
Forget the right ones

Hesitation Kills!
Stop!!
Stop!
Stop.

The breath returns slowly
But the boy will not

Slowly they pass, he passes
Stations come and go
By the end I'll be alone
Like I always was before