Barely
sitting there
she
looks out on it blankly

a memory
elusive

back on the train
dredging up thoughts

If I could look out on it blankly
would she look up and thank me?
would she even see me?

I should take a collection
collect a cross section
but I know that I won't
because I'm unable to breathe here
choking,
I'll leave here
never to forget that I was here
day after day
year after year
she
looks out on it blankly.

If futures are in the faces we see
I see no future out there for me
she
doesn't care
barely
sitting there
looking out on it blankly.