The Train Ride Home

A silent congregation, rumbles on together. But each one is alone.

Having conversations, not with those beside them, but with loved ones on their phone.

That’s their destination, the light that guides their journey, each rider has its own.

With every passing station, I feel the warmth get closer, I can’t wait to be home.

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