To Feel at Home
Trains pass by,
Blue, yellow, painted with
Names, wishes born from aerosol cans,
Stolid tracks stretch out ahead;
You sit across from me,
With a quiet smile,
Knowing full well we’ll
Say goodbye someday.
Cherry lollipops,
Glühwein, steaming kisses
On glass rims–
Your hands are cold;
I smell your perfume,
Honey, the bread they baked
Just for us; there are candles,
Clandestine glances in
The middle of the day,
And the calm of not knowing
What comes next.