Lose myself
down ancient streets
and new strewn alleyways.
Listen to the city sing
songs in the keys
of Hope and Despair.
sunrise
over tall buildings
never hits the same
as it does back home,
but it’s
a different kind of beautiful.
You and I
never parted ways,
we just lost each other
in the crowd.
I could swear
you were right there
on my arm,
but when I looked it wasn’t you.
Just a thousand
unfamiliar faces.
We’re not lost.
I can feel
your gravity,
like a star in deep space
tugs at the objects around it.
just need to sort out
how to get from here
to there.
Whoever built this place
put obstacles in my way.
Everywhere I turn,
a blind alley,
or a dead-end street,
and buildings everywhere.
When I find you,
it’s not gonna be
like when I first found you
back home.
Out here,
in this maze of man-made crazy,
I know you’ll be
just like this concrete sunrise.
A different kind of beautiful.
.
HG – 2022
