as we walked against the unruly city waft,
we put our flowers away –
Sabrina kept
thinking 'thoughts' without hearing them, ironically
I asked her to write them down somewhere.
we were exhausted.
the sun was tanned with flying-dustwhen I looked around
I could imagine you buried
amid tinyfaces or having a cup of tea
from some messy streetcorner shop
[the kind which only had a roof and no
walls]. I was happy, really. I could think of you
as the sky came closer to the building
where I ate lunch. before dusk clothed
my cold shoulders, nervous,
I thought of your song and romanced
with slowly-fast moving cars.










story of my life. thanks for reading...


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