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You asked me to do that,
Forgave all your sins and watched you foul your way to more,
Sat back and swayed in the wind as you trifled through the lines,
And as my hands found their way through the stems,
There is nothing I am going to discover that likens you to anything holy.

I just can’t fathom the uncontrollable urge to spit,
The one that purges and recollects;
Looking at these people it’s clear;
Many mouths displaying their clothed versions;
Carrying concrete-filled, odourless potions.

Keys to rooms that are swallowed in locks for being too small,
I find it all quite curious to see the pencil balancing on the tip.
It teeters.

The stomach rumbles in the dark,
Pretending to be fine,
Telling the spleen to move over.

Looking for the nearest sweet smell,
That song makes way for the final verse,
And as I kept a close watch on that eye,
I tipped my fedora in your general direction.

I saw you on the train today. You didn’t have to say anything, I saw you.

You, the one who dumped your boyfriend earlier and regret it.
You, whose cat died this morning.
You, who can’t find what you are looking for.
You, who have lost yourself.
You, who got up so I could sit down.
You, who stood in my way as I boarded the train.
You, who told your girlfriend you loved her only minutes ago.
You, who thinks she’ll always be alone.
You, whose parents will never forgive you.
You, who was about to buy flowers.
You, who was worried about your uncle.
You, who just became a father.
You, who can’t lie for anything.
You, who contemplated death-by-train only moments ago.
You, who can’t help but stare.
You, who cannot learn to forgive.

And then there’s you in that reflection.

You, who is unable to let go…