Elucidating Questions

As the train rolls in, and then out of the station,

Watching the people getting on and off.

Stuck and thinking, if I just go, if I just went,

I could find, but I won’t.

This fear of being seen, because who knows.

If he did know, perhaps he wouldn’t meet my eye.

But there’s still this memory, not memory, like impression

That it’ll happen, but if I ruined it, then the meeting will never happen as it should have.

I really do wish, I could start again,

But even words erased,

Still existed, in the way way back.