A walk to the station 
once was entirely foreign
now isn’t really so.
These faces 
strangers at first
now, strangers I’ve come to know.
This seat, not taken and empty
isn’t really so
least not to me.
Here trains come
there trains go
people ride in 
to and fro.
Farewell strangers
my silent heart bids
till next morning 
we shall see.

Advertisements