train station

hustle and bustle of
rush hour
i, girl with the busted car,
wait
shockingly patient
for the 8am train
Waits on the ipod
cold caffeine stains
on my scarf
sitting,
just like the scattered piles of brightly colored leaves
in the parking lot,
among the crowd
women, men, children
wondering where they are going
wondering what they are doing
this gray day
wondering who sat in my seat on the bench
an hour ago
and wondering
if any of them
are wondering about me