_sweetbitter

...there was always a fragile sweetness in your eyes,
in the way they touched me.
a warmth in your fingertips that buzzed electricity,
and dazzled in my soul like a fire
from a simple tea candle,  
that caught the wide-eyes,  
of quiet, childhood wonder.  
  
it laid bare,
in those moments in sacred subway lights—
the hollow, desolate tunnels that carved out
caverns of our deepest, darkest adventures
without waking up the sleeping dragons,  
of 8 hour jobs  
and mediocre lives.  
   
but even the echo of your warmth,  
crumbled away at each strike of 12,
as the sun spun around so dizzy  
in so many skies.
   
convenience is key to a stable life.
i crumpled up that lovely soliloquy of mine,
ragged with that of the most unorganized kindness—
into the chute.

it is nicer to have cleaner rooms
for comfort, when we need them.
   
in and out,
up and down
and all around,  
then back again,
till one day,
we could rush past each other,
without one bother.

once eyes that ached,
now resist even a glance
to what could’ve been more.

the clock keeps ticking away like always,  
but the subway never greeted us on time  
like it would before.

but hey,
we are all safer this way.
and convenience,
may not be so bad either...