lean your heavy head
on the rough, cool brick
like an unknown mother's breast
tired lungs with your habitual breath
an invisible history
you've become a shadow
in busy streets

feel the complexity
of tired lover's steps
on this worn down
moonlit street

from the shadows you glance
at the click clack noise
and the creature connected
to those hurried feet

she looks up at your movement
startled and tense
eyes full of fear

what does she expect?
(not kindness)

if only she knew
it was all you had left to offer.