Only Avenues

In a book shop above Waverly
The subway underneath made itself known
An apocalyptic nod to remind us both
Of our size and we left as soon as it arrived
But the feeling it did not subside
Until you said
If one thing is true
That can’t belittle me and you
For an empty train is nothing
But hollow and headed nowhere
Without my home
Or yours to go to
We’re only avenues
We’re only avenues
Halfway down the high line
I’m questioning my contributions
Only writing to cross out
Air exhaled as second hand smoke
At the very last I’m casting a shadow
Casting a shadow