The Lines

On the subway

Going from Brooklyn into Manhattan

In the window

Next to the woman

With tight sinewy braids, curved pink fingernails,

And a black leather jacket

that covered her round belly

I saw them

Two lines from my nose

To my mouth

I wanted to show you

"A new morning"

you sang 

I danced 

We Played

To push away

Our years

We’ve always been old

Stealth parting

The quiet came fast

We craved it like fresh air

Distance

And spoken borders

Separated us

And we let it