Patience I tell myself, as I inhale deeply
sitting on the robins egg blue seat on the train
Stand clear of the closing doors the train says
as I take a moment and notice I’m on the wrong train
My heart sinks the shock stops
See you next year, I sent a text
Knowing I might not be here again
It’s hard when you care about
someone and can’t hear from them again
I hear a drum roll through my mind
while riding the wrong train,
I can’t help but to think of your musicality
how you are trained to hit every beat.
I know you’ll atleast enjoy LA for a bit.