Echos of each step
A shadow playing on the wall
I hear something familiar
a voice from the womb
a touch from my own hand
He stands not far from me
Right on the edge of the platform
Tugging at a leather strap hanging from his bag
Just a stranger with a quirky smile
Yet so familiar
Only two of us waiting
his breathing matching my own
As the subway grows loud
Rumbling and squealing
As the metro thrushes a knife into the quiet space
Cold and unyielding our silence forever lost.
I follow him into the car, our hands touch as we both grasp the rail near the door.
“Do I know you?” You ask me.
“You look familiar to me too.” I respond.
The doors slam shut but in the distance I hear the sound of a key unlocking a bolt.
I feel my head rushing a thousand doors flying open as I gaze into his eyes.
All so very familiar.
To become the same quirky smile in my son’s face.