They will lead you home Cause there was never anywhere to go

Behind the Glass (train)

Pulling out of the station

I see each painted face

petulant, expectant, grimacing

joy,

perhaps.

then a blur

each face belongs to

everyone

we reach the tunnel

enshrouded by the

darkness of anonymity

our window turns

opaque, and my reflection

stares back at me.

I smile reassuringly at her

she smiles back

behind the glass.

Through wordless

nudge-grunts

my brothers make sure

I know it's our stop;

we are leaving.

I see that

they care

though they isolate their

conversations, boyspeak

one's hand grips

an edge of the door

to hold it open if

they began to close

lest they separate

us 3.

I step from

the metal box into

a concrete labyrinth

we hurry

and I write this poem

in the back of my head

on the

way

to school.

Title Quote: Ryan Adams, Follow the Lights