You Walked Alone

I saw you as you looked determined to getting home
Below the leaves, against the cold breeze.
I watched you from my vantage
With your bag and books, alone.

And as you walked alone,
You bit your lip, your bangs wavered across your forehead.
Until you turned your Yellow back,
and I watched your footsteps, one after the other
leading you further away.

But the breeze no longer came at your direction.
It was instead the rush of workers, afraid of the Bell
coming at every direction. Your Brown slippers
pushing them all aside, and leading your way.

I watched you from my vantage point.
Your Yellow back, met Blue, White and Red
and your Brown slippers met Green, Black and Grey.
You wavered to the left then went below the shade.

Further down the road, you were determined to getting home.
Alone, you made it through the crowd, as I watched you
from my seat and saw the Yellow turn to Grey,
your Brown slippers, marching, leading you away.