An ode to the foreigner on the train before me

Was that me I saw
had I turned left
instead of right,
had I said yes
instead of no,
had I tried harder
or maybe not as hard?
Was that me I saw,
someone that never was
but could have been,
like the hint of a shadow
long after the sun sets,
like a distant melody
that doesn’t fade
but slowly evolves
as the day goes on?
Was that me I saw,
someone I’ve never
wanted to be but always
wondered who it was?

(dtn)

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