I was standing on the platform.

She started singing like a hymn.

Train arrived and took the gathered.

My feet were stuck with chances slim.

She was swayed in acapella.

I was lost in her motif.

I lifted up and drifted down.

In the end, I felt relief.

I left her in her shadows.

Asked no question with aplomb.

To speak would break the 4th wall.

But in my mind, I said: “C’mon.”