we're all one

i go to the train station

to watch

the trains

roll in and roll out.

i stand on the broad

platform,

and wave

to the people in the windows,

they wave back.

old people, children.

i'm sad,

they're leaving, but

happy

for the ones arriving,

coming home,

perhaps.

it doesn't matter

that we're strangers

we want people to be

sad for us,

be happy for us.

we're all one like that.