Moving through the thickness of the world,
swallowed up in its smoke.
I had no place,
my voice like wax in the cracks.

Flat shadow faces,
sadder than me,
but I contained all of them.
Culminations of each other.

It was yellow-smeared streets,
everyone taking taxis out of town.
Keep the meter running,
always keep the meter running.

There is one who catches me.
We brush past,
coat to coat. I think
that I have lost them forever.

They aren’t running from me;
we barely understand that we have met.
I know regret; this moment forever.
A glance I won’t forget.