i’m riding two stops for you.
two stops, because i’m pretending,
two stops because my heart is 
actually
19 min
the opposite direction.

i watch the man stand in the yellow edge
of the platform, toeing the line,
looking down
(not the tunnel)
like he found home, and
i think of you. 

i’m riding two stops for you,
two stops and then i’ll get off.
i say it’s for you and
i lean back with him,
and we settle neatly against the tracks,
heart to heart.