On the dark city streets,
Where we could found
Ourselves
So effortlessly lost.
You turn a cobblestone
Corner into the alley
By the old bookshop,
To read the lines
On my palms,
I'm not superstitious,
But you are mythical,
I can not explain you,
I can only try,
But I would not even
Come close at all.

-Jamie F. Nugent.