your head placed naturally on the pillow of my lap,
it’s cramped (with crumbs and coffee stains)
but we make-do, being each others’ lucky coin
or soft toy rabbit.
the train, it’s going faster now, it’s chaotic
and we share one set of lungs.
breathing amongst foreign character is more comfortable
it sounds tiresome to many, our organs intertwined,
but it’s behavour now.
what we do, we do in tune.
experiencing the same (with the same sandwiches and toilet breaks)
i’m seeing this journey through her eyes.
i used to be afraid of public transport
(now, the effort is halved.)