As I sit in my car in the train station
A sinking feeling begins,
I missed the train by only a moment,
It’s my fault I should’ve left earlier especially after checking the heavy traffic upon descent.
A small red bit indicated on the traffic flow map, Meaning some parts could be slow.
Still, I insisted I could make it,
And hell bent on making it to the station, even going 90 miles per hour on occasion.
I was wrong, the train was on time this time,
And so I couldn’t do anything but wait for the next train and therein I could close my eyes and nap and try to not feel a bit of any sorrow.
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Mara Eastern said:
This is so good! I love poems that are straight to the point and that tell about a relatable experience. I commuted for a long time, so this resonates with me.
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M.Winter said:
How is it? The other side of not commuting anymore?
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Mara Eastern said:
It’s a relief, not having to commute, but also I miss it. It’s fun to observe fellow commuters and the changing landscape.
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M.Winter said:
It is true. Though the journey gets harder and harder every time (for me), I don’t think I’m ready to part with it yet. I have yet to find another job to do it, anyways! I think that’s the hardest part 🤑
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