You were the shoes,
I was the cloud,
Walking along the quayside,
Flowing above the sound
Of waves.
You left the traces on the wharf,
I – shadows on your shoes,
You were just simply fond of things,
I was attracted to them all.
You step-by-step
Explained yourself,
I elbowed other clouds
To float above your shoes
Hurrying somewhere or to someone,
Not noticing me
Hanging in the sky.