On a train

I'm on a train,
except no one is at the helm.
And no one is on the train.
Except for you.
But I'm not there.
And we're passing through black tunnels
underground,
and I see your reflection in the window
is somebody completely different.

And then we crash.

I see you thrown from your seat.
Glass shatters,
headlights glare.
And you are no more.
Nonexistent.
You were never alive.

I see everything reverse.
Headlights of the other train fade away
and the glass falls back into place.
Except you don't fall back into your seat.
The person sitting there
is the person I saw as your reflection.
Somebody completely different.

You were never there in the first place.




Then I wake up.