Impeccable

Impeccable

When you walk the Metro alone

She’s always there, just in front of you.

Impeccable.

In her pride

a stride that echoes loudly against the decades of porcelain

and other love stories not your own.

While you navigate these halls today as a solitary.

She moves just out of reach, away from you,

and your oppression,

onto the streets above.

Those same streets that you learned to love so much.

But the days now are a trailing of your hand against a wall beside you,

tiles cold to the touch. Fingertips longing, holding

only to the companions of Empty Air, and Ghosts

and Dreams and others that stay with you down here

in a life

below the surface of things.

-           August 6, 2012

© 2012 J. Popowich