I am curled close to the cold, clear

window as we race across the tracks

Tiny crystals fall from the sky

and collect along the ground

My hands, they tremble as I

switch the song

Silenced to all but the words

that now float around my head

This world is moving

Slow

Slower

Slowest

Despite the bodies

I see all around me

Breathing

Moving

Feeling

And yet, I feel alone

As I watch the faceless

commuters all around me

I feel alone

Alone

Alone

Alone

We pull up to a station,

I couldn’t tell you which

And there he is

Laughing

Smiling

Playing

As he waits for his train

The snow sticking

to his wavy hair

And time stops completely

And with a burst of thick warm air

The fog gathers on my window

like a barrier, a stone wall

that I am too short to see over

I fight to see him again

Perfect

Beautiful

Something like no other

I fight my way back

to the window and wipe

all my fears away

and he is gone

nothing more

than an illusion after all.

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