Quiet
More so than usual
Outside the roads are wet
One single red umbrella
Deep red like wine
Held like a roses bouquet
Red coats and red scarves
No red roses in sight
No cards handed out
No I love yous whisper
A train spills out
digested black uniforms holding bags
Ties fling from side to side
Steps march up and down
And I desperately seek a sign of love
They say …