Starscarf


I remember just today,
walking slow through quick city streets,
hoping my eyes could shove smiles
into the minds of the pretty people.

I found a chocolate house
and inside, an old Dutch man
was talking business
to a lovable little Asian girl
who was very good at pretending
she heard him.

Staring out the window
with his face in his hands
was a younger boy,
who didn't bother to pretend.

Her and I said less than nothing
in a handful of words
and worlds turned.

I fell,
gently,
parachuting hope
that some time might
bring us to love like star fire.
And when I saw her eyes agree
she told me: "I like your scarf."

So I left trembling,
and put my headphones back on.

Off.

Into the cold.
Exploding.
Blinking tears against the crumbling city skies.