Nineteen, summer,
wearing a dress you remember bright lights far above the dark pulled close
a city that I can't claim a cigarette at the top of the steps
I should feel small but you hold my hand when we walk through the fountain
we run without stopping to look
in the fluorescent light we catch each other for a breath
the clothing racks keep quiet for a kiss I keep quiet.
We end up back here,
in his strange apartment, they have gone to bed
I am lying awake
I have crept onto the balcony the moon hangs huge over the park
I could almost catch it.














