It was a Thursday, I think,
the day I felt so desperate for companionship
I skived off work
to go record shopping
with a friend
It was a Thursday, I think,
the day I felt so desperate for companionship
I skived off work
to go record shopping
with a friend
One leg drags
in filthy, torn pants
fingers tremble when not balled into a fist
his mouth berates the empty air
I think,
this is probably one of his better days
and write this in my notebook
so avoiding eye contact
as he briefly hovers in front of me
like steam
My absurdly hot Americano
in its thin paper cup
has burnt my fingertips
It must say something about this city—
I only find solitude
reading a book
on the subway
Reclined in a patio chair
a crisp pilsner in a cool green bottle
the lake breeze kisses the necks of the trees
causes their leaves to shiver
against the pinking sky
Another day of my life
gone forever