I still look for funny shaped clouds,

In the big blue sky

I still hold my hand out, in the rain,

Droplets dancing a merry downhill dance,

I still wave to strangers as I pass them by,

To never see them again

I still look up at the well lit 27th floor,

Wondering who lives there, if they're happy,

Wondering if they've eaten or made love,

Wondering if they're wondering about people

Like me,

I still bum cigarettes off stoners in the bar,

My red lips making ruby rings

of promiscuous promises

Waking up to crossword, coffee and birds calling out

Sunlight bathing leaves of gold,

Curtains of hair, shielding eyes

With music to watch the world by

I still get little kids sweets if they are short,

Enjoying rustling of paper,

As grubby fingers pop sticky goodness in mouths where teeth are missing,

And I still help old people zigzag across the road, smiles lighting up faces

Where teeth are missing.

Are those gaps, gaps of life?

I wonder.