I saw you by the Honeycrisps today

I saw you by the Honeycrisps today,

your coat was damp, your hair was out of place.

I had a dozen things I wanted to say

but couldn't look you squarely in the face.

Instead I bought my bread and went back home

to open up a notebook in the dark.

My thoughts are like a wild and heavy foam

that only leaves a thin and quiet mark.

I’m writing that I miss the way you talk,

the pen nib digging deep into the sheet.

I’m brave enough to watch the shadows walk

but not to say your name out on the street.