Perhaps this next train is the one. The one that contains the girl that you’re going to marry. A smile creeps up onto your face.
Or, it could contain your true death, the one to end your suffering, the one to end the little deaths you experience each day.
You scan the cars for beauty and instability. Neither category in the cars tonight.
Sometimes, you see it on the platform waiting. Either putting on makeup or mumbling curse words and kicking recycling bins.
Neither is very hard to spot.