I'm in the metro
The pockets of trees
Pass at the speed of light
Faster than memory, the skies fly off into the distance
No longer blankets of freedom
No longer a way to look at the sun or the moon
The people are laughing
They are watching their footsteps carefully
I wish I could tell you
How stuck they are to their devices
A victim of their own minds
Yet you are stuck on my mind
I'm a victim of my own stupid heart
You'll never know the way
I've tried to stub out my silliness
With your tender fingers, I'll forge the past
So it'll never see the light of day ever again
And I'll clamp down on my throat that relishes every breath
Of warm air
I'll try to even hang my head in shame
At having fallen for someone
As lovely as you
I'll even sit in my seat
With the other people
And sadly
I'll be just like them again
And tell myself in pained words
How could I do this to myself
I'll never assign the blame to you
I'm the victim of a crime
Of my own making
As I sit in the metro
I long to be in love again
I want to plaster a corner of my head
With your sculpted body, too
But I've hung paintings in my home
And written the poems out
No one can bring you back
Nothing can make you realize
How alive I feel with you
In the metro
I long to hold your little hand in mine
Maybe I should have looked at you
As you were a sultry one
That slipped away so quickly