half-awake

A lady sits across from me
Eyes closed, head leaning
on her clear reflection

I wake up to darkness
My days start
when everyone else’s ends

We’re half-awake on this train
Some of us going home, most hustling

Neon signs blur past, too fast
for my tired eyes to track

I want things to last so I avoid clean endings
push, accumulate, stay for as long as I can
can’t afford loss so I never begin again

I feel out of tune
My day ends
when it begins

She’s gone —
missed my stop again