Turnstiles To Tears

I bumped into the ghost of you today Going through my morning turnstile To the platformed coffee pot That was the first stop On our daily commute Back when the tracks lead in some sensible direction Before we derailed The unattentive crowd of passerbyers Rarely makes eye contact Long enough to see the pain I am desperate to hide Ticket to 'Nowhere Fast' Crumpled in my hand I stand peering down at the rails Which track speeds to you Which one, long and winding, Takes my once-upon-a-time thoughts Far, far away Chugging and heaving Towards a destination I failed To properly pack for How could I have left the perfectly pressed Once well suited for me, You, behind