You forgot to give me
What was mine
Again
In the lull of the traffic,
The rain that didn’t,
A happy ripple in cold concrete,
In the darkness of red and yellow lights,
You don’t hear me voice-
Small, (they said)
Against the silent hum.
There’s something it misses
That it rises and loses itself
In itself:
Soap bubbles in the air;
Maybe it misses
So let’s start all over again Ahem
Hey No, wait‚  that’s not it