I'm not sure what
If anything
Gives me the authority to say this
Yet
I can't help but notice the color has left your cheeks
And the starlight is missing from your eyes.

On any other day
I'd keep this to myself but
The sun is beaming down and
There is no trace of its life
In yours.

I want to wrap my arms around you
And cup your head in my hand
And whisper
It's going to be ok.

I want to set down my newspaper
Toss my coffee in the garbage
And listen to your story.

But like every other passenger
Waiting for this train
I will ignore your sorrows
And hope that tomorrow will be a better day.