City
February 25th 2008 23:26
People in a blink forgotten;
A colour, style or a face
Lingers a little longer; gone
Again, I feel lonelier here
So close to conversations; words
Do not reflect the loneliness
But intensify it; echo
As they leave the table beside me
And now I hear more distant talk;
A song plays on the radio,
Light, acoustic, afternoon tune;
For an early Sunday, past noon
And I am overwhelmed by grief;
Suppressed for the business ahead
Buses pull up; prepay only
Passengers ignore the sign, stuck
As does the bus driver, nodding.
Coffees, teas, chai lattes and juice
Sit on tables, customer’s chairs.
I am nervous; and excited
I am certainly me sitting
But I am lost; this big city;
I have to assert me, myself
In this stream of collective we.
A colour, style or a face
Lingers a little longer; gone
Again, I feel lonelier here
So close to conversations; words
Do not reflect the loneliness
But intensify it; echo
As they leave the table beside me
And now I hear more distant talk;
A song plays on the radio,
Light, acoustic, afternoon tune;
For an early Sunday, past noon
And I am overwhelmed by grief;
Suppressed for the business ahead
Buses pull up; prepay only
Passengers ignore the sign, stuck
As does the bus driver, nodding.
Coffees, teas, chai lattes and juice
Sit on tables, customer’s chairs.
I am nervous; and excited
I am certainly me sitting
But I am lost; this big city;
I have to assert me, myself
In this stream of collective we.
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