The sun appeared
like a rusty copper key
that turned the knob and opened the doors to
the bustling streets that drowned a lightweight like me.
The sky changed colors
like a litmus test that hinted of deep sighs and furrowed brows
as it splashed a shower of rainfall
onto a harried bystander like me.
The wind brushed past me
like fair-weathered friends whose side-eye glances struck
and sent shivers down the spine
of a thin-skinned smallfry like me.
But the moon hushed them all
as he led me to a quiet corner where I whispered the silent aches
and his glowing smile soothed
a patched-up paper doll like me.