Lucy

In the evening when the day goes down
Lucy leaves the city lights
Stands and watches, with her coat pulled around
How the neon hits the skies
Sometimes she thinks she knows him
Sometimes his outline’s just a blur
But he’s always there on her mind
She finds a window seat on the subway home
Places her handbag by her feet
Re-reads a message on her phone
A little something to keep him real
Sometimes she thinks she sees him
Hears the turnstile click behind a blur
As if he’s homebound just like her
Sometimes she thinks she loves him
Sometimes his outline’s just a blur
But he’s always there on her mind
All the changing faces passing through
They never bothered her at all
They’re just a backdrop that ties the light
Into patterns on the wall
Sometimes she thinks she hears him
When the handle turns on their front door
As if he’s there, like before
When you come back home
When you turn the key
Is he still there with you?
Is he within reach?