rich people apartments now
but back then they were
just single renter rooms for us poor
one shared shitter on each floor
& I’d watch her walk by
sitting on the steps
I could see my look was landing
& after a day maybe three
we fell into conversation
her asking her questions about me
while I fumbled mumbled
gently inquired about her
we tried to find a night
she was not doing her hair
seeing her mother sisters brothers
or the cat needing de fluffing
& somewhere I lost the care
there in her eyes as she looked away
I gotta be going see you around
& I knew plain as your day
she had a new route to walk tomorrow
some other way than by here
to be found
