Third Seat From the Left

Third seat from the left of a moving subway train
sits a little girl, flowers in her hair, oblivious to the way
that her mom is watching her, wistful eyes speak of pain.
Dark brown eyes watch as the little girl laughs and plays,
as she smiles at the strangers who wave at her and say hello.

Third seat from the left of a moving subway train
where this little girl and her mother sat every day -
empty now and no one seems to know or care or claim
that their missing presence carries impact and almost seem ashamed
that they had never cared enough to learn either of their names.