Paris Metro Blues

The struggles of life

Shine through the wrinkles on their skin

In their tired, soft eyes

Dark circles,

Just like mine

Mascara and concealer cover up the truth

They bring tears to mine

All of us from a different place,

Separate,

Yet we share this confined space

For a few minutes of this life,

Together,

Perhaps there’s a smile,

And then we move on,

Never to be in each other’s company,

In this same moment ever again

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