i used to think Grand Central Station was hell.
the immensity of it and all the ways you could get lost
by turning into the wrong corridor or 
just getting moved along by the crowd 

and when i dreamed of you after you died
and we were in the lowest lowest part of the building
where you often went to repair something
so when i dreamed of you there and  you were crying
saying “i have to go but i dont want to go but i have to go”
i thought for so long that…  maybe you were..  
i can’t even think it

i don’t believe a person goes somewhere they don’t believe in
does that also work that you can’t go somewhere that i don’t believe in?