the train i missed

I saw his eyelids as he pulled them down over his eyes in thought
and I saw the stars that danced before him in his rapt darkness.
and I noticed that they resembled my stars too accurately to be overlooked.
so I told him:
“I’ve seen those stars, I am where you are.”
but his reply was muffled by a dozen passerby.

I saw his fingerprints on the walls and the floor
and I noticed that they resembled my own too accurately to be ignored.
so I asked him:
“what colour is the light that you see?”
and it turns out his violet was my violet as well.

so I asked him:
“which train are you waiting for?”
but he hadn’t the time to reply.
he’d run out of time.
and although he was only a fragment of mine
I’ve hope he will return
appear in another body
or on another train
or on my other life-line.