lying my head against the coach walls to sooth mere neckpains
makes me think if it will be softer
to tilt on your arms
the air feels ghostly, even the digital commercials can’t chase the hollowness but will it be a merry playground with your laughter as you show me pictures on the Internet that amuse you while we sing to the same playlist
will we hum a concert and the seats are our stage?
i’m tired of the waiting game but will i win if i play with your fingers tapping on my thigh and run to avoid getting tagged when i try to grip them?
will this train ride be less lonely,
a little less lonely when you wake me up while
brushing my cheeks to tell me
that we have arrived?
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