Tell me more about Your Pain

Back home from Office

Tell me more about Your Pain

I wanna see the Change on Your Face

Every Time I look at You walking to the Subway Station

while waiting for the Evening Express

You seem so Hardly Focused on some Memory 

Solely reserved for Empty Train.

You hold the Suit-Case

with Slightly Excessive Strain

Your Nerves are Pulsing

And everything around You turn Grey

Tell me more about Yourself

Oh Dear Stranger!

I wanna know the Reason Why

You never talk to Random Passengers.

I look at You 

Observing how You stroke

Just Average Sleeves, Just average Watches

And You seem to Prefer

Only what fits Black Colour of Your Shoes.

Why do You serve such Cold Grey World?

Do You take Pleasure in anything at all?

You walk in Silent Space of Subway Station

Almost Permeating into the Air

And Your Stout Body repeats Same Moves

I saw the Previous Day

And I don't even doubt Your Apparent Strengths.

If You are Well-Built and Handsome

Why don't You smile me Back?

Tell me more about Your Pain.

And by Drizzling Rainy Hour

Firmly in embrace of Wind & Drops of the Shower

You walk in Similar Fashion.

What kind of Feeling do You hide from People?

You hold the Suit-Case 

full of Convoluted Files & Papers.

You count the Exact Moment

to Leave the Empty Train

And I have no Idea

what makes You look so Stressful.

You Leave the Office

Then Hasten Pace of Feet

And Empty Train comes without Delay

You only think of  Matters so Serious in Nature

And it exonerates such Ever-Fading Impression

as if You live to Work

as if You don't need Sex

Tell me more about Your Pain.

Quite Barely,

Sometimes...

You drink Two Shots of DARK WHISKEY

And I can guess

You sip the Booze just to Erase

Grey Memory of how You lived 

in Average Grey Town,

in Average Grey City.

Yet if You are Well-Built & No less Handsome

Why can't You switch your Job?

Why are You so Attached to Office?

Isn't it Boring? 

To Waste Your Delicate Glare

on Multitude of Files and Papers?

Tell me more about Your Pain.

I know You're Suffering

but You don't talk to Strangers.

Such Guys as You exist

and as I see 

You do not care about Your Own Age

and the Last Time You shared Intimacy with Peers.

I bet and even during Sex 

You are still thinking of how

Your Black Shoes are sweeping Floor of Subway Station,

The way You catch the Evening Train.

Tell me more about Your Pain.

Once in a While

You stare at Window

You stare at Me

While I do sit in front of Your Suit-Case.

Your Glance is aimed in Opposite Direction

I try to get what kind of Feeling you do Preserve.

And let me guess -

You overwork

You don't need Friends

If to be honest,
I wanted to be helpful with

Yet You don't talk to Strangers.

I touch My Grey Coat

and realize that I am Warmer than Metal Surface of the Sign

'DO NOT LEAN on DOOR'

while You keep Indifference in Gestures.

And if You stare at me for Too Much Long

Do You secretly desire an Instant Rush of Excitement?

For We can sit Quite Closer to Each Other

and Seek Delight

At least, in Handshake,

..................................At least, in Handshake.

Are you Ashamed of Random Meetings?

Most of Adult Passengers of Evening Train

Specifically, the WHITE MALES

tend to Disturb me with Cat-Calling

while You aren't even Paying any Feasible Attention

on how they Wanna Rape My Flesh.

There was one WHITE MALE who rubbed his Waist Area

while worn in JEANS,

Cherishing Anticipation to FUCK MY MOUTH, to CUM on MY FACE.

And You ignored such Scene Completely

And I remembered it.

Of course, You are Just Stranger

who doesn't possess

Enough of Time

And to Protect My Poor Arse

from Random Passengers who 

Dare and to Flirt with me

Without My Permission.

You saw how I resisted

the Lust of MANY WHITE MEN

Hoping that maybe You

would Take My Hand, instead.

They were so Aggressive

while You're just Silent.

TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR PAIN.

They could FUCK ME

exactly in the Evening

when You stepped into the Empty Train.

Oh! I might have been

Fickle in My Mood

but it didn't mean

that You were better than them

just because You're Good-Looking.

just because You're Good-Looking.

Indeed, You wore the Flashy Suit

Indeed, You don't talk to Strangers.

And I do bet

that even During Sex

You are still thinking

of how You need to Wake Up Early

to Catch the Empty Train

and back again, to Over-Work.

Is it so Important for You

To Spend all Juice of Late Youth,

All Freshness given since the First Glimpse We'd met Each Other

Just to Subsist Another Day of COLD GREY WORLD?

Well, I'm able and to turn Away

in Manner like You do.

So MANY WHITE MEN

surround the Place I sit in Train

They Dare to Tease me with 

Random Compliments followed by Sigh.

I try to hide My Blush from You

And All Your Gaze is sort of Pleading for one Ephemeral Addressal -

TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR PAIN.