I Wish
“I wish,” she didn’t finish her thought
I didn’t know her but she sat across from me
Her hands were tense like knots
Her eyes dark and dreamy
I didn’t answer, the rhythm of the train
Filling the air between us
The window filled with color lanes
Greens, blue, and red rust
I was going home after a week
On the coast, selling possibilities
Trying to bridge the distance, I speak
“What do you wish? Loss of responsibility?”
She smirked at my attempt
But her hands relaxed on her lap
She sighed with discontent
“I wish I had a better map”
“That would show the hazards of life.”
I nodded in agreement
She turned back, silence a knife
Tempting me to bereavement
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