Neihu MRT, Last Train
You learn things about yourself
on the last train home.
I sat across from a window
that showed me my own face
over the lights of the city —
and thought about the sentence
I didn't finish
three years ago.
I could have said it.
I had the words.
The doors just opened
and I stepped through.
AI 二創 · REINTERPRETED FROM MORGAN'S LIFE EXPERIENCES