Your Shadow on the Subway

playing around with line breaks after having read Rod McKuen

A stranger looks just like you, 

at least

the eyes do. And I wish 

I was an old lady 

so I could tell you how you remind me 

of an old, young lover 

I used to know. 

Can’t say that now, trusting only wrinkled skin 

to know anything 

the passion we claim 

can only be brandished in youth.

So I stare into stranger eyes hoping you will see

mine too.