Subway Man

In between two trains
on a platform,
I find you.
All your belongings,
your entire life
wrapped up, between
two directions.
One uptown, the other down,
and yet here,
you stay.
Arms wrapped around
yourself, your mind—
far away.
You are here, now,
as chaos and order
surround you.
You are absent,
you are stuck.
This is how I find you,
before I am then,
pulled away.
Two trains,
one platform,
that is where I last
left you.

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