To the Girl in my Train Car

the girl on the train Taking the Lincoln Rail or County Line Rail (I don't care which) I looked upon your mahogany hair Contrasted by your limestone eyes With the familiarity of my childhood house The home that shaped everything I would become Well, I call it home My stint in it was brief But there was love in its foundation Made it the sturdiest home I've ever had Even lead my neighbors to believe It would stand in perpetuity I too wanted to Envision a home that could stand the test of time But a foundation of fruitless passion Still cannot change uneven terrain And one morning a sinkhole swallowed it whole Leaving me with nothing but a pit of memories But I'm not talking about a house I'm talking about the girl on the train Or maybe the one in that town (I don't know which)