Casey Jones

I'd been awake far too long,
but I hopped a train
and went for a ride.

Making all the stops along the way:
A silly game of sports ball
played on a big, glowing screen;
An outstretched hand
offered me a hand up the hill;
A friend waxed poetic about the comedic genius 
of It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia;
Another needed a hug 
more than anything;

Finally, the engine slowed down
and the final stop approached.
As the brakes squealed
against the rails,

An embrace and a kiss on the cheek
as if to say, "You are where you belong,"
caught me like a net from the sky,
and there I hung my hat.

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