After the movie, queuing for parking
Your head on my shoulder, hand in my pocket
Whispering how my smile makes you melt
I lean back into you
“What do you wish for?”
“World peace” I say
Trying to be cool
“And you?”
“Just to be here”
Perfect answer

A balmy Friday night on Huaihai
Past Sony
The night feels continental
Past Starbucks
Holidays in Europe
Stairs down
End a busy week
But no one hurries
To City Shop
Where time is frozen
Yoghurt, bread and papers
Tumbling down Huaihai
A parallel universe
Dreams moving slowly
Under clear blue evening skies
A girl skips forever
Across four lanes
A whistle reports
Lights change
Cars move
She’s gone
Hello, watch, bags