I stopped suddenly amidst a million
people, bustling around me.
I stared through the dirty glass
to the sun above.
Quick double take, back to the track;
no train, no dream.
Half passed eight, I'm still there,
alone
Leaving requires an unprepared,
justification;
an acceptance of your lies.
I wait, and wait.
The chill from the concrete bench,
shoots through me. Uncomfortable.
Like the vagrants, I am forced to leave.
Leave on the pavement.
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