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.