I Am to See to It That I Do Not Lose You

You look nice
with the wind
Pushing your hair back
against your forehead
And strands
tangling together
and your eyes
Blinking against it
Surrounded by all this city
Traffic and noise and lights
You've got cold cheeks
And your hands in your pockets
And a heavy pair of shoes
You meander around
The masses of people
Like a drop of water
Trickling through the gaps
Between stones
You wipe at your nose
And exhale through your mouth
I think you look nice
And hope that you don't
Evaporate