Today and Tomorrow

[satellitesky]

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There is no songbird
No lightning nor crooked rain
There is no poem,
Just me struggling to think
about the white haired asian woman
on the train
who I didn't give my seat to.

No one else did either,
--which only makes me feel worse.
Maybe I imagined her discomfort
Maybe she was fine
Maybe she would have been offended
"ma'am, you're too old. sit."
though people don't fake hiding a grimace
They only fake grimaces.

Why didn't I try to make her life easier?