Two lovers under the cover
of a secret shawl
so nobody can spy their canoodling
on the subway car
a late night tube
taking them home.

They are proud.
They are private.
The are apart
under their disguise
but anyone who looks
could see what they’re up to.

Nobody looks.
Nobody cares.
The effort they’ve extended
to afford them their separate space
is wasted on all
but one single scribe.

Sigh.