Pried from the summer smog
Was the angelic form
In her careful sashay

Through rusted avenues
Laden with pub and grime
To the arms of greater fortune
I sprawled by chance

Yet I do not
Dare to lend a single word
They instead rave
And dash madly through my mind
Leaving my tongue dormant
Idle and mute

Her puzzled expressions
Send me twirling in exhilaration
Blending with dismay and anxiousness
As my thoughts crumble
And scatter throughout my quivering nerves

She chuckles and carries on
Not before lending a nervous wave
I shudder
Sparing my own
Garnished with a shy smile and nod

While her wedge heels clop on
Further and further away
Leaving me to swoon and reel
Reminisce, recall and recover

Fortune, has slayed me
Once again