His handkerchief
breathed a halo
of pecked puddles.
We danced
and she would turn any gutter
in my smile.
Sometimes we bet on coincidence
crossing your fingers,
and we dreamed of the same hummingbird
in hours of different grays.
We had learned
to be happy
above all
because love is unnameable
and unlearned not to be together
But nevertheless
one day, suddenly,
we began to be silent more than necessary
and our shadows stopped caressing.
and the horizon looked down helplessly.
So we greet each other in the old fashioned way
and we were going:
so that maybe one day
a neighborhood fortune teller
could tell our story.
So that today
ghosted by nowhere and invisible
we may ask:
"What happened to you?"
and hide from people
that we keep looking for each other,
with shadows of the sun on the tracks
and the heart on tiptoes.