The doors slid aside at Métro 1, A interminable tube driven by an inhumane robot, To take hundreds to their lovers, their homes, their offices.
A girl fantasying about her lover, A man scathe in love, An old woman enamored with The Price of Salt, facing the young man with a Kindle spirit.
A foreign girl with passion for the city, slides through the crowd, And an indigenous man wished he was somewhere else than here. At the next stop a man bids a farewell kiss to her girlfriend. And in comes a middle-aged couple, Enters in with a hatred for one another.
I stood for my final stop, the doors slid aside, and I got down.
A couple of goodbye words to these swaths of strangers, who color my dark life with smiles and tears. "Farewell strangers, I shall meet you another day at another time."