from the touch
of velvet from the
side he gave her,
she sat.

then, she was sitting
facing back,
he was sitting
facing front.

the view was
all silent, all nice
and crowded.

the sun facing them,
the noise singing songs
louder than ever.

she glanced,
up and down,
left to right,
and sighed.

the sun kissed his
velvet lips.
tad red she was
and so he is.

they roamed
along the seemingly
empty hallways,
and she closed
her eyes and then
even things out.

there was a flower
that bloomed maybe late
but never.

the flower,
all purple,
all lavender,
hyacinth still.