Wednesday evening, one train late again
jumping off the train, trying to find the right staircase down
and yet ending up on the wrong side of the street
impatiently I’d wait at the traffic lights
while the other two would be walking around the corner already
and as soon as the light turned green I’d be running
joining the walk to the gate among the ivy.
I kind of miss my weird habit of always choosing the wrong stairs
because running to catch up with the others felt like a promise of fun and adventure
and this used to be the beginning of our Wednesday evenings.