the fallen

after falling

down

a flight of stairs

onto the subway platform

i lie

there

and watch as people

pass by,

stepping over me,

going on with their

lives,

living out

their day.

i fold my hands

over my chest

and listen to the next train

arriving,

i hear

the clatter of the rails,

the doors

opening and closing,

the turnstiles

turning.

i look over and see others

too that

have fallen.

we nod hello to each other

as the cold

of night settles into

our eyes.