I roam the streets late at night, after bars have closed.
The sites I see are for MY eyes. Drunks and lovers posed.
I walk the streets brushing by those hanging by a thread.
I walk the streets lingering on those off to find a bed.
I ask a man why he's soaked in whiskey, beer and sweat.
"I lost my girl to another man," he slurs to me" and yet,
I still love her. Stupid me, I thought she could feel the same.
I haven't had enough to drink cause I still feel the pain."
I ask him why he drowns himself in alcoholic sadness.
He asks "What else can I do, but mourn my damned life's ashes?"
I ask a couple why they cling so desperate to one another.
" I left mine, and she left her's so we could be together.
We cling this way so we won't lose the moments passion so soon."
I shake my head as they walk away. I know the morning's doom.
I continue on to finish off my round of late night wandering.
To be continued...
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