Running Late on the 6PM Train

We parted ways as always,
A quick hug and goodbye.
Nothing had changed perhaps
The intensity, like we didn't want to let go.
Always opposite directions, you and I.
Opposing compass points
And different glass doors.
Every step took me further from you
As I broke into a run.

Thanks, you said.
I saw it when I reached the train.
Humanity packed like sardines,
Weary bodies and spent perfume.
A child's whine near my feet.
The clink of your beads against a steel pole.
Acceleration and monotony of the evening rush.
Breathing rushed, heart pounding against my chest.
Breathless, gazing to where you were.

Acceleration, monotony of the evening rush.
Fingers misting chilled metal.
As every step brought me further away from you
Closer to where I began but farther from where I belong.
Final stop, end of my trail.
I take one last glance an a few more steps,
Farther yet nearer, in and away.
Scent of apple and more evening rush.
A breath to hold the memory in.