City - 3

When I was closing my windows,

the city breezed in

It was clean,

like her first smile,

as if the city’s morning puff.

The city breezed in

through my half blinking windows

with a midnight trains noise

and a silence

she left in the air in a pause.

I switched off the light

to forget her,

when the city was melting into thin air.

Forgetting was impossible,

I was breathing.