Drawn in chalk, a faded tale
Near a bench where trains derail
A child wrote, maybe he passed here
In looping script,
unsure,
sincere No one saw the silent leap
Just the curve where colors leap Guessing where the shadow went
By tracks and dust and accident The message board has four new notes
All written in uneven quotes Orange striped walked this way
He paused beside the stairs today No one saw the silent leap
Just the curve where colors leap
Guessing where the shadow went
By tracks and dust and accident Not all trails are meant to end
A bag of snacks left near the fence A bell unclaimed,
no present tense
But still the chalk survives the rain A gesture soft but not in vain
No one saw the silent leap Just the curve where colors leap
Guessing where the shadow went By tracks and dust and accident
By tracks and dust and accident
No one saw the silent leap
Just the curve where colors leap
Guessing where the shadow went By tracks and dust and accident