isha [night]
The city lay ĂŴĂĶĔ
as I continued ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ down
the car-stained street.
It was ƒυṉṉÿ to think
that it could
have been me in one
of those
мєтαℓℓι¢ vehicles.
I could be zooming down the
un-lit street to a family,
but I don't have
anymore to lose,
than what's already lost.
Even if I did have you beside me,
deception came at the price,
of ταṃρεɾεḋ minds.
But,
how could I
ｅｓｃａｐｅ you -
when your
fingertips were ĔŤČĤĔĎ
into my collarbones.
And how could I
suppσsє that you were,
even there in the fιяѕт place -
if you never cared to
say ǝʎqpooƃ.
A simple gesture that
αssurєd the true statement
of tomorrow, was what it meant
to me.
What did it mean to you?
YOU ARE READING
faded blue
Poetryin which a girl writes down her thoughts on tattered blue pages, with only a worn-out copy of the Quran, a long dress, two granola bars, three dollars and her Lord to guide her while surviving on the streets of New York City. ~ They say that somewhe...
