8:10

There was a moment

this morning-

before the weight of the day

had fully descended, settling

snug and warm around my shoulders-

there was a moment when I thought

I’d lost you.

Not in the mortal sense, or

in the way I lose my keys when I am

rushing

to catch the 8:10 train, but more like

when I lose my train

of thought; I thought you’d been

derailed, diverted, directed towards

a different destination, one that would leave me

waiting

at this station

by the ugly statue, my arms

crossed against the cold, still

wondering.