I hopped on the L Train at the Graham stop
and ended up standing next to you.
You told me I stole your outfit, which made me laugh.
We were pretty much dressed the exact same.
We chatted till Union Square and as I watched you exit the train
I couldn’t believe I didn’t even get your name….
I thought about you all day and even told a friend…
Here I am, posting this in the hopes that you might find it. 🙂
The Red Rail by Andy Cherewick
