Man On The Subway

The man on the subway was tall, so tall where he couldn't stand upright on the subway, he had to slouch.  Sarah was extremely short, she could probably stand with her arms lifted and not touch the subway ceiling.  Sarah didn't know this man's name, but he was on the same train almost daily.  So, at 5:12 pm, sarah rode the train home every day with this tall man.
Today was the same as all the others, people crowding the subway, pushing each other, a rancid smell of a hard day's work, and the tall man, standing in the corner.  Sarah couldn't help but stare at him today, drifting away in her thoughts...

I see you today, look at me look at me
what you don't know, it's all I see
grace, intelligence, humility,
how can I get you to look at me
I don't like myself, at least right now
it seems that nothing I do makes me happy
and here you are not looking at me
I want to run away, I want to be saved
but what can I give to you, what can I do
I don't have much money
I don't have much of anything
I can smile when you want
I can say things you might want
and I can hold your hand if you want
but it might not be enough for you
because you might want flash
you might want a bully
you might want someone to order you
but if you don't want those things
I will stand by your side for the ride
Mr. tall man on the subway
what do you want from me
what can I give to thee
I want to attach to something good
but I can't find anything good
that wants me and all my bad
mr tall man on the subway
wonder what you're thinking...

The subway came to a sudden stop, jolting Sarah back to reality.  Sarah watched the tall man exit the subway, 68th street and lexington, this was his exit every day.  Before the doors closed, he turned to catch Sarah's eye.  The lines on his face softened and he nodded his head, signaling to Sarah that he too recognized her, and would see her again, tomorrow...

~Jenn