Hero

You are my hero, they shout to me from above Through the layered air of the city Through the windows where the moon reflects And the neon light of tired streets I walk without looking back In my headphones — the beat of someone else's happiness In my hands — plastic coffee In my eyes — reflections of other people's stories You are my hero, like an echo over the rooftops Over the wet wires Over balconies with laundry and flowers I don't know who it is — you or me Or a voice in my head Or just the wind But sometimes I want to believe I can still be someone's hero Even if I'm just moving forward Through this noisy Neon-sleepy city