Leather jacket and wet sidewalks,
Leaves lay motionless on the pavement,
Trampled under my echoing boots,
Trying not to slip,
Off the edge of exhaustion,
Not knowing what lays ahead
On this dark, drizzling path,
Picturing the face so far away from mine.
I wish I knew what to tell you (or say to you?),
To speak the right words,
Like I once did (or used to?),
But words left unsaid
Float above our heads,
Like clouds of air
With every breath we exhale.