The Noise of the New York City Subway

 

Alone, we’re taking the train home; at least I know I am; you look at me, I look at you, but we turn our eyes away, wishing for something to say; but the noise of the train reminds us of our pain; the noise of the train keeps us from hearing our smiles;

we built bridges to keep the world closer; that’s why we’re lonelier; for the bridges are taking our places; they separate us more; I’m afraid to ask your name, modern advances; for you too would fear to take chances that with every smile, there’s one less mile…

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