To Feel at Home

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.