Subway poem 1

A mother of three told me she had not been downtown since June
And I'm not sure how else to tell her that life grows more bearable when the speed of the subway picks up and the work piles on with it

To the boy with the kind eyes and navy hair
Whose eyelashes weave together whenever he blinks,
It feels wrong being here without you but there isn't much energy as anger worth exerting
The city isn't going anywhere