Next to you
side by side
for this ride.

Here on the metro,
It’s the time we spend
Staring and sleepily
anxiously, awaiting.

All in it together
For this short ride.
Look at her, over there.
Or him, eyes everywhere.

Or you— so close,
But distant as you
Gently grip my hand.
Busy mind or absent mind?

Quietness that stings,
My daily eagerness
To hear.

Slouched over,
Fighting the sleep
That wants to take over.

Here,
I silently anticipate
The moment of your revival.
Or maybe it’s not sleep
But merely me.

I take a quick glance,
Nothing.
A longer glance at you.
A smile begging
For something in return.

Come on,
This ride is too short.
The stop has almost
Arrived.

Our travels will
Come to an end too fast.
The Journey closes
And we will wait

Separately.

Waiting at the bus stop.
Counting down
the minutes
To be next to one another

Once more.

Waiting for the next bus.
The ride we have
Together.

Don’t worry,
We won’t miss it.

I saved for the fare.
Did you?
But please, awaken.
I long for your eyes.

On mine.

The ride is a short one,
But I am next to you.
Side by Side,

It’s the best of travels.