Stars

We met in a park one day,
the clouds were in overdrive
and the sky came in and out,
we talked for a minute
and an hour after that
we went for a coffee
in a cafe on a hill.

I struggled to get there
but suppressed my breathing
so as to appear fit.

I looked in your eyes
as you talked about disappointments
and I ordered us a coffee to go
as though I was in an American sitcom,
and we laughed about that.

We caught a bus
to the place you said you lived,
and on the way you twirled
down one of the bars
that people use to hold themselves up,
and you smiled in a way
that I'll take to my grave.

We got off and walked
And said hello to people
on their way home from life,
then we dragged cigarettes
and watched the smoke hit the stars.