As I sat, the subway groaned into motion.
Across from me , a face without emotion.
We sat in silence, the old woman and me.
Her face was worn with the struggles she'd seen.
Her body was frail from a life to hard,
It was clear to me she had played her last card.
As I looked at the woman, I could see in her eyes,
ghostly memories of people and days gone by.
I gave her a smile, but she lowered her head,
As if to say, " Don't ask... don't ask about the dead".