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Subway Car
The rhythm of the street quickens my feet
With no concession to the scars of yesterday.
When bright lights and darkness start to compete
I now and then stumble, but always find my way.
Your absence can be felt in the smiling faces,
Children grinning up at doting mothers.
Your essence still remains, but only in traces,
Traces to be rationed, shared with others.
Mementos of our moments do not exist
Beyond the shadows of my mind.
Your large embrace, the passion with which you kissed,
Fragile, tender, is now behind.
I lament, and I wish that you had seen the dawn,
But it was not for me to stop your defeat.
I looked away just a moment and you were gone,
A hand reaching out I could no longer meet.
Now you'll lapse, become foregone...
Here comes my train - I must get on.
