Cazenovia

she's the apple,
I'm the eye.

listen to the train rumble by
somewhere in the distance,
and realize we are somewhere 
in the distance
to someone else.

one hot minute,
2:45pm to 2:46pm,
of wonder.

a day at a time, too,
they adjust,
and I hate being right,
never say goodbye.

but feel a hello
for eternity.