subway train – 3.4.2018



and after all these days, still

you’re like a subway train

you rattle through my thoughts

on the hour every day


and i cannot get away;

as you tumble past too fast

to stop

or trace back to the start


you’ve so woven a routine

in the railways of my mind, now

i’ve grown accustomed to the hum

of thoughts of you passing by.



i think i know now why i held on for so long.

it wasn’t that your stories were so grand or your eyes so enticing,

not your laugh putting me at ease or your touch so inviting.

it was the prospect of your love that i was truly reaching for

no matter how i chose to look at you all i saw was an open door

to a world i’ve never known, but oh

i’m sure the grass is greener- they’ve told me that the air is sweeter.

in the end i could see myself living there with you,

and that golden sun ray floating in was what kept me

believing that this love was true.


it rained again last night- surrounding us all with a humid cloud. the fog of summers spring brought the thawing thoughts into my mind. it’s strange to see you on the horizon; a distant, shimmering mirage. are you simply a trick of the eye? i always second guess, check my watch, and when i squint into the sun again i can’t see you anymore.