A stranger on a train

I have a feeling that someday in the future, I will be riding on a train from one old european city to another during the dead of night. When everyone else is asleep and all is quiet, I'll be looking out the window, staring out at the random lights emanating from anonymous living rooms, thinking of you and hoping that you are ok. I shall think back to some great memories, and I'll let my mind roam for a while, back to a pool of water at dusk and the words that were unsaid. Slowly, the memory will fade and the lights will focus, bringing me back to where I am. But I'll be happy.