It's the difference between quiet winter air
and department store soundtracks.
It depends on how you feel, my friend--
Like a windfall occurrence
after many unmarked calls.
Or when I take
Impatient walks through those clothing isles.
Hours on my toiling feet.
If I spot you even once,
it'd be worth my while.
(You're never around)
And Sometimes
It has a lot to to with the bicycle racks;
They aren't too beautiful
without your standstill spokes.
I left you flowers in them.
(You never knew)
I don't want to know when you work.
I enjoy to come alone at random times
to gain an insight
on love.
