street’s memoir

silent observer,
are you tired yet?
let me help you
tell your story.

here, you saw the couple:
young.
in love. arguing and
making up.

there, a girl trailed through
the rain – let the bus
splash water
at her feet.

and here you saw
thousands of people
going about life.

speak, please –

sorry, i forgot.
you’re silent.

leave me my
guessing game:

i shall make up your
stories for you.

(at least, the ones
you won’t tell
me)