Let me pass through indistinguishable,
I’m only here for a moment.
Let the grand clock chime every hour,
telling travelers to speed up.
Let brushing of shoulders mean the world,
but asking for directions, nothing.
Let time pass without a glance at a watch,
flick your wrist over for no reason,
grab your bags in a rush,
and run to the platform.
Let every stranger be a reminder of
the good, the bad, and the unknown.

I stopped in the middle of the station,
looking up at the ceiling sky.
Gold constellations covered my vision
over a faded mint-green background.
I looked to the corner of the ceiling,
feeling like a mile away.
There, in the small patch of sky my mother pointed out all those years ago,
was black.
A remnant of the cigarette-smoking days that once fogged the station.
Someone decided to leave the patch of smoke,
a reminder of how awful the beautiful can turn.
Hazes of people moved around my frozen figure.
I was a roadblock to their destination,
a momentary distraction to whatever matters.
Push me to the side,
tell me you love me,
I will stay,
looking up at the something in the nothing.