Ordinary Walks

You slowly became the affect

My small incandescent bliss.

You over time evolved into a hobby,

That thing I did in the evening;

Walking the streets looking for

You to tell me why I was looking for you.

Played Division, ours none. A

Black & White bell on your dress.

Or stale letters still sitting on a coffee

Table waiting to be addressed.

Some irk of the taught. Pulling

Out the evening tide.

You never came quick when I called

Tuesday afternoons alone, in Evanston

Where your mother never knew you went,

My suspicion grew neigh. But I never left again.