Been worse... but not anymore

The train stops in front of me
First of the morning
Get on the last car and walk quietly to the end of the row
A lone passenger sits in the aisle across from me
They wear only a thin coat even though the morning is cold and damp

It takes a moment to notice that the only foot prints down the aisle are mine
Made of slow melting snow, it clings to my shoes
I wonder about that for a second...
But it’s early and the thought is brushed away leaving only the silence

No one else gets on the train with us
Just the lone passenger and I
Sitting silently
An impossible silence

The train runs along the track and I chance to look over that the lone passenger
They are looking back at me
Unblinking, their face is weather worn and tired from life, long and hard

I want to look away, turn back and watch the darkness passing outside the window but they smile before I can
Been worse, they say it softly as we look at each other
They nod slowly both to themselves and me
Yes been worse they repeat
We sit again in that impossible silence

I open my mouth to question the statement
Question the words of this lone passenger who passes through the world without leaving any foot prints in slow melting snow
But my words die before they have passed my lips
The automated announcer calls out my stop and the train slows

I get off and turn to look back at the lone passenger with the weather worn face
But the row is empty
There are no foot prints following mine out of the train door
No other foot prints in the slow melting snow
Again they have passed without leaving any

I stand on the platform watching the train pull away
As I stand there alone the words echo in my mind

Been worse... yes it has been, so much worse
But not anymore
I still leave foot prints in slow melting snow
Not to worn too smile

Been worse...
But not anymore
Not anymore