I loved, though not mine
That invisible notion that creates substance.
Saw as a pedestrian crossing the street; Watching
This love seemed theatrical
Standing still; Watching
The persona of something we knew not where we belonged
Searching
Perhaps I was lost. Standing there; Watching
To hear another speak
To watch as a pedestrian on the street
To pretend to be the smile that crossed her face
That industrial glow that colored her cheek
Tattooed sidewalks
The fast paced nature given; metropolis
Just seen walking around
Cars burrow deep into traffic; Watching
The capacity of taking delight in something so simple; Watching
Fickle
The grim street corner over by the third traffic light
Perhaps we stumble
Learning to walk; standing still
The clouds sympathetic in nature
Blurred the allure of the sun
I loved, though not mine
This notion becoming witness; Watching
This momentum walking fast pace; Watching
Slender shoulders cast angular shadows
Advancing up the grim street; Watching
Following the curve of concrete ladders
I loved, though not mine
The presence of strangers; Watching
A community of thought
Civilized in public
An unseen riot that wreaks carnage; walking
Her stare
That industrial glow
An invisible notion
Saw as a pedestrian crossing the street; Watching
Loitering
Stepping out into traffic
Getting hit by a parked car
