The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


feel me/read me/follow me

(The wind sweeps me…)

The wind sweeps me
off of my feet
I hear a car horn in the distance
You said you’d be here by now
I’m still waiting, hours have passed
The foul smell of urine, disgusts me
but not as much as your lateness

I look at my watch, the glass is foggy
My eyes are teary from the chill
Little children pass, their cheeks bright red
from playing
I smile, because they’re going somewhere
Then I frown, because I’m still waiting
on someone
…a stranger, who promised me love…

I’m leaving, heading home
Now unsure if I ever beleived in love
The feeling is there
…visible through the eyes
but not present, in the mind

written: November 4, 2006


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