Sunhillow

Standing here on sacred ground. The place we met that warm evening. Summer had just ended and Fall had come. It was that kind of night where the fireflies danced around the willow tree we used to sit under. Another day heading to work with the sounds of the city trapped in my head. I look out of the window with my music on full volume. I don't want to talk to anyone. I'd rather sit here, alone, and look out at the city passing by. Arriving at my stop, I look around because I thought I saw you standing there. After the people exited the train, the doors closed. The train took off and you disappeared. I looked up and sighed. I walked about ha