two a.m. wretches you from sound slumber
this sleepy city could always use more company
fatigued feet shuffle across pavement
while exhausted eyes follow cigarette smoke's
twisting tail into the sunless sky
deflating lungs ache with trepidation
and a sense of indistinct nostalgia
shaking hazy heads
blinking bleary eyes
synchronizing steps and breaths
with the woman across the street
just in case she's lonely too
she must be
to be out at a time like this
with not a single soul missing her
what a damned shame that is
the cracks in the sidewalk
welcome you to a place less known
for not many dream of things so dark
the ever present chill of night
resides deep in your sun bleached bones
marrow tainted with stardust spills
through the cavernous cracks
and it's no wonder you've gone stark raving mad
when the universe, in all her glory, calls for you
dusk to dawn
and back again
life just isn't fair
when your lover is trapped among the stars
--
"do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?"
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Poetrya collection of my original poetry- mostly about girls, god, and other things i'm afraid of. read at your own risk. [lowercase intentional]
