The square buzzes—
polished shoes clack, briefcases click.
A nod here, a smirk there.
Underneath, a rasp—
small hands searching cobblestones,
eyes scanning for faces that never turned back.
The carousel’s tune plays faint,
a lullaby for someone else.
They brush it off.
A tailored coat settles on shaking shoulders.
The child sits quietly,
hidden inside the polished sheen.
.