grocery clerk on the late night train
all over the black city
rerouted
and delayed
hung out to dry
mortally tired
wife resting on my shoulder
visiting parents
with eyes closed in seats
across the train
then i see you
black dress and black hair
brown cream
shoulders and legs
tattoo on your ankle
and a humid frown
on your face
coming home so sad
from where this late at night?
and i’m thinking
was it really
twelve hours ago
that i saw you
bagging groceries
while i was three lines over
buying orange juice
so sure that we all had
enough energy
to take on this day.
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