We Sit On One Of The Chairs Inside This Lonely Train Poem by RIC BASTASA

we sit inside this lonely train
on a trip
that we have chosen
i look at you
writing on your laptop
but you do not mind
when our eyes meet
i evaded you by looking
over the window
the trees that pass us
and the mountains
like game cards shuffled
before us
in such a fast speed
as i see it
you look
like this poet wanting
to be alone by himself
i am a poet too
in my own right
in my own far place
away from you
i want to ask you some
existential questions
but you are so busy
and so engrossed
in deep moving thoughts
sensing our irreconcilable
differences you close
everything and transfer
to another room
wanting to be alone
with no one to talk to
except yourself
and here i am
talking to myself
like a cheap copycat