Little bits of winter, glazed with snow
The wintry chills revolve around me as the wind blows
I wrap my scarf across my throat.
You stand there staring, not completely
But incompletely. You watch as I take a couple steps
Towards a traffic light, my mind blank as the expression on my face
Lights speed pass me, twinkling my eyes
In a daze I step back, holding tightly to my wit
Not trying to slip
The birds beep like air hones as a busy crowd rush down
Into the mouth of Piccadilly underground.
I look at my phone, thinking you’ll say something.
You’ve seen me. But I haven’t seen you.
I stand still, the wind echoing thoughts into the crescents in my mind
The time. The time.
I look down at the number plates on each and every car.
I see it. Thinking it was you, you press the collar of your coat
Tightly to your chest like the barrow of a boat
I hurry towards an Audi coloured blue
Hesitant of course because,
Uber isn’t what I usually like to do.