Strolling through the historic part
of downtown, watching my feet
without a single need
for this or that. Not shopping
or even gazing in a single window,
focused on the mutterings
of souls passing
me by without a care to give
nor I. Resigned to living in a
nothing world feeling nothing
special I couldn't bring
or make myself, before you
came to me, full of sun like spring
to the tree branches of winter
restoring love, you render
a name for that which I've yearned.
