green line tunnel

I found you.
Buried in the smell of rain on the city streets
In all of these songs I used to listen to,
I found you, still gripping my heart with your eyes.
Those eyes were my oceans, my horizon of the infinite
I saw them in the bright green signs, lining the tunnels.
There’s a bittersweet nostalgia on these metro lines,
They used to connect us like telephone wires.
How dare you show up here, where I least expect it.
Even after all of this time, all of this heart ache,
I feel your fingertips, tracing lines across my back
And it’s bittersweet, like black coffee behind my teeth.
—  “Bittersweet” - a poem.