Forest Park

It still can make me sad sometimes
To not get on that southbound train
To not stay on until the chimes
Cry Kedzie-Homan, a refrain
Most welcome to my waiting ears
Which eagerly drank up the sound
For what was months but now seems years.
I still look for you all around
As if the train would open wide
And you'd step out and look for me
Like I for you. So deep inside
I barely touch reality
But pine recalling seeing you;
It isn't just the Line that's Blue.