It is winter, when everyone is wider. I wish there were dividers on the subway car. And oh, how I miss her. Everything seemed brighter when I rode beside her on the subway car. Hey there, miss, your headphones buzz like a transistor. While you recline I'll close my eyes, say you're the one I left behind, her warm leg pressing against mine, our hearts beating the same time, her head softly on my arm on the subway car.