Crowded Solitude

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
hopefully, something that makes you think... a bit

Submitted: December 13, 2008

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Cloudless skies
Above my head
Chilly winds
Blowing away what I said
 
Chunks of salt
Grind beneath my shoes
Street-performing jazz bands
Playing the old time blues
 
Children lick their candy canes
People listen to the swaying band
Skaters whirl around the rink
Yet nonetheless, alone I stand
 
Freezing in my jacket
Cold from the lost I cannot hide
I run home, on the verge of tears,
Wishing there would be a miracle waiting inside
 
The apartment door banged
As I stumble in
The note upon which
Still says “Over.” Final. Fin.
 
Broken as I pull myself to bed
Riding the waves of grief that came before
Hearing the Raven in my head
Whispering gently “Never more.”
 
Slowly, upon my pillow
I drift off to sleep
Unconsciousness like a broom
Gathering dusts of memory that it may sweep
 
Waking up to a sky darker than dawn
I look out the window
Of my small uptown apartment
To the bright city below
 
Headlights make a stream
Of golden threads
Families eating dinner
Or putting their kids to bed?
 
Stirring my cup of hot chocolate
Saturated from the salt of my tears
The warmth of the cup between my fingers
Reminding me of the holiday cheers
 
I wonder if there’re people like me
Scrambling after something they can never atone
The stories behind the lights below
Makes me wonder if I am really alone
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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