Chipped Mug on the Train Seat

A chipmunk on the train seat, left out a window

Steam long gone, still warm like a memo

I stayed too late, now the platform in motion

Coupe full of strangers, my chest full of ocean

It was small like a fork in the day, I was folding

A white crack on the rim, the story half-holding

I knew it was nothing, then it turned into something

Like a mislead of life and the noise and the rushing

Chipmunk on the train seat, gone when I reached that

Lit a lost thing and I can′t unsee

That whole rock changed with a crack in the glaze

Now I'm kinda what I miss in a hundred small ways

Next stop, same rails but I move different

Hands on my pockets, mind in the picture

Maybe it was dropped, maybe left as a marker

Maybe every goodbye starts out looking smaller

I keep seeing a shape where the carpet been resting

A bruise in the vinyl, a fact I'm respecting

The train keeps going, my thoughts keep circling

Around that chipmunk and the grief it was serving

Chipmunk on the train seat

Gone when I reach back

Little lost thing, damn, I can't unsee that

Whole wide change with a crack and a glaze

Now I'm counting what I missed in a hundred small ways

Trip mug on a train seat

Gone when I reach back

Little lost land, I can't unsee that

Cold ride trains with a bright embrace

I'm counting what I miss and I miss my ways