I think it's safe to say there's no such thing

Lonely fingers whisper music

Softer than any piper's tune

Shoes cast aside

Worn feet on concrete

Deceptive shadow

Swallowed by a stairwell

Leaning back into the wind

Martyred by a chain link fence

She waited on the roof but no one came

And love was all for naught

Alas

Again

Love was all for naught