Vacant

Lulled into heartbeats
        Of train track melodies,
The sweetness of your breath;
        A haven from the soured breeze, and
Floating tastes of greasy takeaway
       Contained in silver cans of grey.

    You rushed away;

                                 The hollow air,
As the stenches rush in to take your place.
       Stilled, I watched revolving heels
From half buried basement grills
 Up!
   Across...
       Down the stairs
                   And when you look back
I would've clattered on, gone
And a Little gentleness
That lies deep within your breast,
Will let out a strangled, shuddering cry.