Arrival

I borded the dusty, old-time, connector train

things looked and felt the usual

I arrived through bumpy, out of your seat

ride all in the nick of time

I chose to shine my love

down the chalky sidewalks

and side markets

through the decay

only you weren't there

not a single call

I guess reception here is poor

I scuddled out before time folded over me as well.