Try Not to Look Pathetic
Staring at the other train
as it pulls into DeKalb.
Try to look a little lost but
not sad. If anyone were to ask,
I’d play dumb. Tell’em
I’m attempting a transfer
to the B.
Scan the cars for a glimpse.
Looking for a face or maybe
hair that could be hers but
never there.  Watch the cars
blur and seemingly
cease to exist.