Haunted On The B Train
somewhere on the train underneath chinatown
a smile travels too fast away from here
uptown bound until downtown frowns
come back, with the eyes that lighten up
come back, with the soft sound of the wind
inside every breath before and every word after
the tracks rattle rhythm to the circulatory pulse pounding away
what good are arms that forget what embrace felt like?
what good are legs that never tangle and weave like tapestry?
what good are soft memories of when we were near to being?
the train keeps its destinations intact never ever running out of track
somewhere on the train underneath chinatown
a ticket is missing a ride as a station never misses one less rider
feet bustling around all day below traffic hustling all night above
time stands still for the longest of all loves as they pass each other like
planets in distant solar systems never seeing each other in orbit
but feeling the pull of life's gravity in the middle axis of love
falling into the darkest part of your eyes as the tunnels go black
somewhere on the train underneath chinatown
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