Simon

SIMON

Freshly showered, and half asleep, but somehow ready to go,
The familiar faces from my regular commute, where they’re going, I’ll never know.

There were no stories, no family background, I really didn’t KNOW them one little bit;
We travelled together for years, we travelled together, that was it.

Every morning at 7 we’d meet,
On an early city bound train,
We’d even sit in the same seats, every day, always the same.

Until one day, it was my last,
My last commute on that line,
You see, I’d found a new job, in another direction, at another time.

I wondered if I should say something, just something small and nice,
To thank them, for their company, for their silent words of advice.

So I sat up and cleared my throat, wished my nerves would keep at bay,
Hello, my name is Simon, and I wish you all a good day.

You see I won’t be back tomorrow, or the next day, what a shame,
But I’ve been offered a new job, via another train, with a different name.

It’s a shame because I’ve really liked the comfort you provide,
The eye contact, the head tilt, or just being there for the ride...

To my surprise everyone listened, and even had a positive word to share,
They too would look out for me each day, just felt’ right’ when I was there.

I left the train that day, with a smile from ear to ear,
Would I experience this again? If I do, instead of silence, we’ll go for a beer.