Nostalgia | ✔

Silent Phone

The sheet of rain pours down here
As, to shady alleys, I silently adhere

People walk by and children laugh
While I sigh and close my eyes half

The cold gets to me so I hug myself
I feel like a forgotten book in shelf

So lost in suburbs of New York City
I have gained nothing but self-pity

I wasn't made for this busy city life
These crowds leave me in this strife

I often wonder what I did so wrong
To end up in this search for so long

For my eyes keep scanning streets
To look for those same lovely treats

That once were shared between us
But now I travel all alone in the bus

Side-glances once guiding my way
Now, their absence leaves me astray

I look in this rush for a familiar face
That always tried to match my pace

My gaze returns back oh so hollow
For all I can do is manage to follow

All the paths that held our shy steps
To finally forget our future life preps

But sometimes when I look out there
While I stand by my window so clear

I end up falling apart 'n' crying alone
For I can't bear this old silent phone...

Author's Note

It was a special day yesterday. I wanted my poem to be happy but somehow it turned like this. Sorry. :')♥♡

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Much Love xX
Hazel *-*