On the Street

I noticed her, she looked well bred Enthusiastic eyes, sand wiped skin, dark Trying hard to look casual Then I saw her, looking thin Worried eyes, forced smile, walking Trying to look casual One day she stopped me, asked me for a light Flirtatious eyes, looking bright She passed a casual remark A year later I saw her, well bred with a black eye Sitting on a door slab with a cigarette I passed by, looking casual I passed her by for days and nights Until one night, two nights, she was gone ©david byrne sept ‘12