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Nyssa Elena Jacobsen
Poems
Nov 2012
A Lonely Subway Station
Even if I were to study Kinesiology,
it couldn't give me the slightest hint
as to why you move, the way you do.
I could listen to a sub woofer's bass,
and it still couldn't give me a trace
of the things that make you
feel alive.
And even with scissors,
I could never cut out
from a cloth
just why you are the way you are.
The patch cord that you play with
amps up the sounds I hear,
and yet I could not ever
hear a single tear.
To me you are a subway station,
busying about, seeing me there
but not seeing me clear
A small blur, in the corner of your eye
To you, I am there then gone again
But to ignore you? I couldn't even pretend.
Written by
Nyssa Elena Jacobsen
Cornwall, England
(Cornwall, England)
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