This poem is particularly short, but it captures the moments in which I saw people (including myself) crying on the subway train. No one stops to ask "why". They assume it's none of their business. Everyone wonders, of course, but no one would ever ask. So, I suppose, this poem captures all the moments I've wondered "why" someone is crying on the subway train (including myself), yet never stopped to ask them.
Clad in Black
Clad in black I must
Look like a funeral, the dust
Covers my feet— shameless
My tears hit the floor
Of the subway car,
Parading through city streets.
By my side you sat
Like a statue, stern and fierce
Your face— blameless
Still my tears hit the floor
Of the subway car,
Parading through city streets.