I saw you

as the trains went by

one Friday night.

I have seen you

a million times

as the years went by

every day and night.

First Station: The Encounter

Second Station: The Eye Contact

Third Station: Oh, hey.

I reach for you

on every platform

where people stand every day

where people age every day.

I wait for you

right before the exits

to loneliness

behind sliding doors

where Blanches fade every day.

And I will wait for you

until it’s Friday

when you and I will be free

so we can run after time together

on the platforms of hopelessness

in and out of all the trains

that define our distance.