They met in a little café downtown
Under the peeling purple letters that say
Noise.
She rode the freight train to get there but he
Walked there through the fog stitched with greyish-white
Snow.
He held the door for her but she simply
Smiled, for her lips were frozen together—
Thanks.
She sat alone at the dirty table
He wanted to join her but he was too
Shy.
The end… do lament for this poor boy who
Never goes anywhere, he loves to be
Safe.
