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 halfway down the high line i'm questioning my contributions only writing to cross out air exhaled as second hand smoke at the very least I'm casting a shadow but if it weren't for the light pollution I think this this city might really suit you but that overarching incandescent problem would always spoil the view