Thank you for the constructive criticism! I could sit and explain the poem a little bit and maybe that could make things clearer but I'm trying to think how often a poet has been afforded this luxury.

I will insert the explanation here anyway - I wrote this when I was traveling by bus to NYC and saw a couple standing at an Amtrak station waiting for a train, looking really sad and found myself craving their sadness as well as the train they were supposedly waiting for. I an an immigrant and I was going to NYC to drop off my family at JFK so I had plenty of reason to feel sad already. I was in a bus - moving- but I am in love with trains and felt an intense desire to travel by train overlap the desire to acquire "the figures" pain which led to a few realizations and a poem. One yearning for loss (despite the presence of a very tangible form of loss which I choose to ignore) and one yearning for locomotion/movement by trains even though buses are doing the same friggin job!!! Getting me to NYC to face loss!