Nobody is near you as you wait to take the train back home.
The summer sun is slowly fading.  People plod along
The sidewalk by the platform.  They're not near, nor are
The ones with whom you work.  It's as if you're encased
In plastic.  Maybe you're invisible.  You'll fix some food
When you are home.  You'll eat, as always, by yourself.
You'll look for something on TV.  Above you, you see
Little birds.  They dart and dance and chirp in pairs.
You wonder why they act like that.  Their lives are not
Like yours.