Going Home on the Train
by me(whatever)
Waiting for the train,
The night wind creeps through our clothes
on the bright platform.
The front of the train,
we sit in the crowded car
my mother snoring.
We can see the tracks,
through the cold narrow window
I read Translucent.*
The journey back home,
seems shorter on these blue seats
I quietly yawn.
*Translucent is a manga I bought
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