I'm not looking for your face
in the lights that flash by
the subway car window.
All blue, red and white blurs
across my irises.
The train ran parallel to another
and in the adjacent car
there was a boy,
my age,
rapping and spilling
parts of his soul
to an empty subway car.
His headphones loud and blaring,
he didn't see me.
I don't think he was looking.