I’m leaning agains a metal rod
Pretending as if it was a lover
But the aluminum is cold, not warm there is no comfort.
Your black hair pokes itself out from the rest of the crowd.
I see you watching and turn the other way as if I never knew you were there.
I need to look again to see if you’re still watching me hopefully pondering if I’ll look back at you, but you’re gone.
Suddenly the building is nothing but a 2D paper platform.
It is dull and not worth trying for.
The absence of you is everywhere