the wrong train

He wondered why the view out the window
was not how he remembered it
the last time he was on the same journey

The couple in front of him
looked familiar, though this time
they had a strangely empty stroller
blocking the aisle
no baby in sight
(the conductor did not seem to care)

They seemed to be going a million miles per minute
but not getting anywhere
and the whole thing felt like a dream

He started to suspect
he boarded the wrong freakin’ train.


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