I watch the houses spin by, twirling in my passing vision.
I close my eyes and I’m even further down the tracks.
I choke back tears.
Mind you, they are not tears of sadness or loss, even.
If I let them roll down my cheeks,
Their warm bodies would meet the collar of my shirt,
The curve of my lips—if I let them fall they would fall for the love
I hold. They would fall in happiness.
I’m home again.
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