Every person you see on a train is a ghost of themselves
We don't look each other in the eye.
If we were to run head on into another
Screeching vehicle
We would know nothing of who we died next to

The girl who sang to her music in her seat
Who wiggled and danced to it all the way to Harvard
She wanted to tell everyone so badly that she didn't care
But we all knew she did.

-l