& i can't go past 72nd street without thinking of you
or be anywhere in little italy
can't see a 1 train without imagining you on it
(i'm not even sure if you take it anymore)

it's odd,
i've never bumped into you in the city
but if i'm uptown, i'm always on alert
waiting for you to pop up

i scan the platform at broadway lafayette
from my seat on the B
expecting to see you
i never do

& if you did appear
i'm not sure what i'd say
i'm not sure if you'd see me

it's a shot in the dark
a stab in the heart
this poem is bad
but it feels worth getting out