foggy bodies moving in silence
mouths that graze
lips that dare not touch each other
hands outstretched
who don't hang on others
lost steps
round trips in vain
stressed eyes
crossing glances

all this passes me through
i am only mist
planning over this city

do they see me?
do they feel me?
do they understand me?

did they ever
notice this cloud?

~d.s.
4:33 AM