Between the noise

The classic story of a city so bright,
Where every glow stretches into the night.
Cars move on without a pause,
People pass by without a cause.

Between the noise and restless streams,
Drift quiet breaks in crowded dreams.
On a corner beneath a flickering light,
Something lingers just out of sight.

Not loud enough to call or claim,
Not clear enough to carry a name.
A fleeting pause, a softened stare,
A moment held, then left somewhere.

The city moves, it always will,
Fast in motion, never still.
Yet in its rush, a slowing heart
Finds something it can’t quite depart.

No words are said, no reasons shown,
Just something felt, but not yet known.
And in that hush, so small, so slight,
Something eases, without a fight.