A girl is breathing heavily, her red nose
indicates ones feelings like those you stumble
upon walking, strolling through the city,
scarf wearing, caught the flu, and leaf

staring, sky as moist as cloudy cushions
taking the blow, thinking about the smell of
newly bought to read, freshly printed and well
proudly he speaks of his belongings left, to part

the route we walked on repeat. The lass is
helpless, less selfassured than before, as if
she messed things up. she wore her dress for,
I guess, a guy who tore her being apart, the best

possible part of a girl, her being, vulnerable, stirred
by my attempt and try and suddenly forgot to cry.