There are people walking past me
I realise how alone I feel.
Chirping birds and tired traffic
together in unison sing of a daily
beauty, I light another cigarette and
reminsce on a joyeous weekend
with a beautiful woman that helps
my heart sing a beautiful melancholy

Still, lonely I feel.

Perhaps it was the drug abuse
and my love for alcohol
that seperated thought and emotion.
Or maybe it was in spite of myself
convincing myself never love again
Regardless, I take her in both hands
and smile into her smile
gaze into her eyes gazing back.

Such a judgemental arena
where no one talks to each other.
I begin a conversation to the wind
for I am listening to its beckoning
I just cannot yet escape
to truly begin this relationship

That would take me further
and further still.
Written by Tacete (who-isthe-silence)
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