Slip

The wind he chased knew all the alleys, all it's bricks
Slipping down banks
Around shop corners
Past the holes in your face and your worn out tricks
laughing low and lazy, teasing like a lover's quick touch, just enough to pull him along
Never enough to continue on
It slid through his fingers, cool and slow, half smoke, half sigh, half a promise you'll never know
Every streetlight shadowed the shape he might make, just a wisp in the dark
His first small mistake
The one you ran from, didn't you, through the back alleys and out of sight
Chasing that breath, that lie, his gaze, that phase
He was thinking maybe this time he could pin something down
But the wind's got a way of slipping out of town