Day: Sep 20, 2020

You’re there when I look at silver cars and bright ads

Covering the walls as I walk home missing you

And it makes me mad.

You’re there when strangers walk behind me in the dark –

Their shadow blends with mine but it fades

And I curse out this farce.

You’re there when I cry on the floor in my kitchen

As the cold seeps through my blueish skin

And I wish these words were never written.

You’re still there when I glance at empty windows.

They reflect my fragile frame, and it’s clear –

The hunger is once again taking me wherever the wind blows.