wandering

a boy and a girl. a hand slips into another hand. shhh. don't say it's happened. streets turn into themselves. rivulets of conversation twirl into the night-time sky. watch. them. go. this is the 21st century. but i still don't like it. even if the sausages are damn good. find a pub. lose a bowling alley. i want to go this way. boy vs girl. girl wins. maybe.