I am looking off my balcony down into the street,
the occasional passerby looks up and meets my gaze,
only to drop it down to his feet,
as my own stays.
I begin to think of where he is headed,
to what lover he will meet,
perhaps he is already wedded,
but going off to cheat.
Possibly the man just committed a crime,
of ****** or ****,
while hes running from time.

I think of him again,
the next day on the road,
thinking of the worst that I can,
until I slowed.
I looked above me,
and saw a man looking down with blame,
I knew what he could see,
as I had seen the same.