Subways, like life comes
and goes.
People get on, get off
some in pairs, some alone.
Some ride every day, while some
find it a bit scary and vulnerable.
Jump. Leap. Retreat.
All with advantages.
All with disappointments.
Everyday, I rode the one deemed the safest. Day after damn day.
Meticulous. Asleep. Waiting.
One day, BAM! A stranger whose soul
mightily,
reached right through
my chest, stopping
the hearts desire to beat
just by ignoring my sheer
existence restarting it again with
a dream and the vision of her.
Getting off the train, waiting, looking
unable to find the train she lept to...
certain, her train and mine are going the same direction.
But, how the hell could I know,
with any kind of certainty,
the ticket, ripped from my pocket
before she left.
