the next train

the next train
is yours
so you pick up
your bag,
adjust your
tie, and move
towards
the platform.
you are alone.
there are no
crowds, no
friends, no
family, only
the conductor
leaning out
as the train
slows down,
and says all
aboard. you
take a seat
by the window,
and hand
the man your
ticket. the one
you've been
holding since
you were born.
you think about
where you
have been, where
you have lived
your life
and with whom.
you wonder where
this train
will take you
as you enter
the tunnel towards
light.