This is a poem for you.

For how hard you ran

When there were six seconds left

On the crosswalk. The wind shifted

And your scarf trailed behind

You in the breeze. I wondered

What you imagined yourself

To look like, bright sun and breeze,

Dressed in Soho black. Magic.

Because you were strange

And familiar, I watched

The light change from red

To green with regret.