At some point, you passed me by.
I was standing at the corner, iPod at full volume,
under a street lamp, trying to stay
in the light.
Wrapped in my jacket, I tried
to keep warm because the night
can be so cold.
I tried to look tough and aware,
to keep away those who would
do me harm.
I tried but my life is not at all
like that corner.
In the middle of the street,
in the dark of night,
without protection from the cold,
deafened by the silence of the city
when it is still and static and unmoving,
doe-eyed and innocent
and inviting everyone to come
and break my heart.
They did, you know?
I tried and then I stopped trying.
And that’s exactly when you passed me by.