there was a couple on the 1train and every second there was a pda. my pupils grew threefold for the opposite reason theirs did. her boyfriend left at 225th, and i couldn’t help but look at how miserable she was. her once butterflies now struggled to fly underground and fell off the platform near columbia. they lost their wings the same way i lost love back in the hot month of june. she became a normal human whereas fourteen stops ago her teeth were snow and his face was an avalanche and their lips had a conversation that their eyes weren’t paying attention to. she closed her eyelids and i could imagine that her imagination was him holding her hand; running his thumb through her palm, trying to predict a future with him in it. they were lost in each others glasses and they were blind to everything but their silhouettes. he took a piece of her soul when he left, i pray he returns it back.
the train tracks were loud and i couldn't hear their laughter