Five years and
five years on it's all
just hand after hand
full of restlessness.
Signals slide like
subway cars
along my bones and
take their toll,
all years just a ridership
bound for nowhere
and nothing
and null.
If I cannot conjure you by name
if I cannot call you from the shadows
if I cannot be heard
above the grinding, sparking rails
then I will find some way
to give your song to the starlight instead.
One day when you hear it
subliminal beneath the loudspeaker buzz
you will slide your hand into mine
and say goodbye to saying goodbye.
We did not arrive here together
but somehow, by accident,
we shall so depart.