Co-Riders
Drawn, long faces
Looks betraying inner turmoil
Grimaces that putrify the freshness of a newday
Heavily burdened trudge on broken escalators
Blood short eyes, heads nodding
To the duress of interrupted sleep
Truths that belie the concealed disdain
For morning rousals to catch the train ride on a saturday
It is comforting to be unnoticed
Wrapped in the commonality of this moment
Amidst shared feelings and a collective qualm
Fleeting time, unowned wishes for the reversal of our fates
Hasty decisions are made not to hasten to our destinations.
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