Love Letter As Train Just Reaching the Station

there is so much art in the sleepless faces on the subway. ticket stubs on tile floors. a creased map; a folded coat. time to wake up, we have to get off now. this is how life arrives: like a train into a station, wind so big it swells into sound, roar like the sky finally showing its hand. in, in, in. a sharp breath. an absence. a proof of warmth.