i took the train 11 times that week.
each day i got a little better at
asking for a one-way ticket.
by now, i know my way around your corner
well enough to blend in with the
businessmen in suits heading to work.
i figured there'd be room for me
anywhere. my shoes have been worn out
by a million different sidewalks.
but home is a place covered in my
own fingerprints, and this city is yours.
on the last morning i took the last train out.
