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.