I spent this summer in NYC, and while I was there I composed a litany of poems on different topics. This poem in particular is about strangers on a subway train, which I wrote on the train from Brooklyn to Manhattan. Enjoy.

Two lovers diverge

On the subway train

"I knew you once,

Let's go again—

Come back,"

But he's gone

And she's ashamed.

He didn't recognize

Her pretty face

"It's me, my love,

Love not in vain—

Come closer,"

But he leaves

And she's afraid.

She swore 'twas him

Not a stranger's gaze

"Can't you see, my love,

It's me, my love,

Remember?"

But he's boarding

Yet another train.

So there she sits,

A parallel vision

"I see my reflection,

But my love—

What misdirection!"

But he's on another plane

Another consciousness,

Another time,

Another place.