You thought I didn’t see you crying
In the phone booth
To an unknown voice-
You only saw my shadow as I stopped,
To look at a shop’s window.
You looked only at the emerald darkness of the sky
Through the grimy filter of the plastic ceiling,
And in the hopeless moment of mimed suffocation
I realized my arms had involuntarily
Reached to touch your face
(Even though you hovered across the street)
My fingers stretched into the dark oblivion
Of the cold night
But I found my feet shuffling in the opposite direction
Hoping you had never noticed.