On a Moment

There was this poignant scene that I saw in Oxford that just captivated me. I tried to describe it in the same mood in which I experienced it, and I think it was pretty successful.

Breath

a cigarette

and an arch of yellow light

reaching out into the dark

for a hand to hold

he is a shadow on the steps

listening

there are voices on the cobblestones

laughter like the stars

that come through clouds