I wore my favourite shoes
The navy one he dislikes
The downtown bar was closed
And we were reeking of cheap vodka and cigarettes
We both have had no sleep
And I thought i knew him before
Because i knew his favourite shade of blue
And the sad story that morphed him into this
But somehow the light, the cars flying past
Shoes missing the sidewalk
Told me more
Ans in this intimate moment
My face beneath the streetlight
It reveals what it is lonely people seek
Closer
Closer
Closer
Words Scribbled on a grocery list
Something he couldn’t buy
But i was yearning for
Stuck tp me like the bloodstain
On the hands of Lady Macbeth
And for a split second
I thought i had it
The closeness of human soul
Closer
He yearned a different intimacy
One my shoes did not bring
Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash
