Subway Swan Song
7:32pm on the Subway:
A cute young couple stands in front of where I sit on the subway.
Their love is new; new enough that they are still shy,
not yet obnoxious to us jaded New Yorkers by being that cute young couple on the subway in love.
He laughs, delighted: "You're making that face you make when you're lying!"
She blushes, protesting!
His hand grasps at her hipbones. "No, I can tell. You're trying to protect my feelings!"
He is touched by this; he adores her. He loves her "lying" face.
I imagine them having this conversation again, sometime in a darker future moment.
I imagine them unsmiling; her protests are more adamant, not met with his laughter.
The accusation is heated, born not of insecurity, but a moment of truth.
I imagine it again; their hair flecked with gray and their bodies gone soft, no hipbones to speak of.
He wordlessly observes that face he knows too well and averts his eyes,
accepting the truth of her lies in silence,
and remembers that day on the subway when they had their whole lives ahead of them.
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