I saw a face in the crowd
It shouted out loud
With a message profound

I tried not to stare
At the wild red hair
Going white at the roots
But my attention was drawn
To a dress that was torn
Above bright red rubber boots

I breathe in the air
That shares the despair
Of a man in black
Who knows what disease
Is pushed out by the sneeze
Of his passing anorak

I see you but our eyes don’t meet
On the bus I wouldn’t share your seat
If you fell down I’d help you to your feet
Then return to my side of the street.