My Roots Are The Same

You know the story, two strangers on a train

We ride the Subway

Still strangers

Facing each other

At a distance Floridian's would know as intimate

I wear 6 articles of clothing

All in black

Nails in nude

You wear a striped maxi dress, with sandals

In grape and forest green

Your nails a pearly blue I only knew as a child

You in your thirties

Me, early twenties

The roots of your maize blond hair

Are creeping dirty

Inching away from your face

The pastels that once graced my scalp

Have washed out into an unnatural grey

And my roots are the same