I saw you today,
behind the page of a book you sat
hair tied back in a tight pony,
legs crossed in black leggings
corderoy red dress and bomber jacket.
But I knew better than to say hello.
We’ve been there before, and you
looked like you were doing just fine
sitting alone, reading quietly
commuting to work
or whatever it is you do now.
Blinking lights and a deep sigh.
Cars pass by.
as a kid
time and a half
nor should they,
kids who need to let the adults speak
you tell them all the time
all grown up
and wants nothing to do with you
just wanted to play.