Standing up to the neck in cold water
waiting for the train
my breath melts with the city
joining fog and fumes
on their opaque mission
I'm watching all the cute guys
and me among them
unpretty and unproportional
black jeans, brown suede jacket
and a face that invites
every lost tourist
to ask for the way

I was waiting for these words of yours
that I could not forget
I scanned the pages carefully
but they are not here
Like I had invented them
in the first place
Like I had dreamed them
from the start

With my mind upon the music
and my eyes upon the boys
the morning creeps along
to some indefinable
lines of desire
that pull me until
sleep restores peace
If this life was a tv show
I'd changed the channel long ago.