It caught - a poem.

It caught in the sudden gust of wind and drifted out of sight,
She followed it with her heart as she listened to his words
As they stood, not touching, close to the corner of Bond and
the one she could never name
She followed it with her heart
as her eyes were too busy drinking in his face
in sidelong sips and hesitant gulps
His words marked time for her as she waited for the signal to change
For she had wished on the drifting dandelion as it had floated down the street
For it was only hope that might make the signal change, and the crossing would be easier.