Dreams of me, dreams of you

A friend recently messaged me on Facebook to say hi. His message was the first thing I saw when I woke up, so I told him that I had just had a dream about him that morning. And it turns out he did, too. His response (copied below) tickled my fancy so much, and his words were so laden with personal—coincidental—meaning for me that I've broken it up into the form of a poem.

You were hailing a train
as if the whole train
would pull over and stop for you.

As I considered
what a silly idea—

it did just that,
because you asked.