Sitting cross-legged in a Subway Doors open and close repeatedly Footsteps resounding every now and then A pair of daily sport shoes stopped. Saying something for sure is human language Listening with full attention, well understood.
You should go?
Stood for awhile in silence and handed me a ticket Stretching out a hand, and feeling the warmth coming from the other end
You should go.
Begging the heart not to tremble upon whispers that just speak to the delicate night.
The spark that crushing my mundane life. Thank you.