Back against the wall heels kicking the concrete,
Head down, thinking, dreaming.
Sunglasses hide the eyes, grey like the day;
They can’t look up.
They want to, but they can’t.
The question: is she looking?
Wanting to smile,
To say something,
To stroll across the road with the confidence of a grifter
Take her in his arms, seduce her.
But the road is wide,
The distance immeasurable
To a boy with his eyes on the ground.
He kicks the concrete and walks away.
Written whilst listening to Strange Kind of Love by Love & Money.
That won’t be one many of you know. ;p