The last time you were carried

Beneath the bustle, the world rushed by,

I sat in the subway, my thoughts awry.

A child was lifted, joy filled the air,

as laughter erupted, pure and rare.

Bright blue cap bobbed, shadows in tow,

as my heart ached, remembering slow.

That last time, your arms held me tight,

the world blurred around us, everything felt right.

But now, I stand rooted, weary and worn,

a fading echo of moments, forlorn.

If only for a heartbeat, to feel that release,

a weight lifted softly, a moment of peace.