Unrequited - Poems IV

It's getting dark, the streetlights start

To light up the buzzing city.

Stuck in traffic, I stare at the waiting

Cars exhaling

Smoke - humming the song

Of going back home.

It is a small, small world but I need it

To be smaller still.

~~~

The raindrops drum against my windowpanes,

The rhythm spelling out your name.

But you can’t hear it, can you

From a thousand miles away?

The room's a mess, the only thing

That's making sense is our song

Playing on the radio. I wonder,

Are you tuned in, too?

Chorus:

When rain falls like this, I miss

The sparkle in your eyes.

And in the silence I can hear

The echo of goodbyes.

I know that dreams are calling you

And it's hard to keep the faith.

But sorry, I can never say

That this ain't worth the wait.

Blinking streetlights guide me home,

Walking from the places we called our own.

But how does it feel to just walk away?

I know you're strong alone, but we were invincible.


Chorus:

In dark days like these, I miss

The sparkle in your eyes.

And in the silence I can hear

The echo of goodbyes.

I know that dreams are calling you

And it's hard to keep the faith.

But sorry, I can never say

That this ain't worth the wait.


You know that even when

This shower turns to a storm, I can stay.

You know that even when

All the lights go out, I can find a way.

Alone, there's only so much I can do

But you know I'll always fight for you.

Chorus:

In dark days like these, I miss

The sparkle in your eyes.

And in the silence I can hear

The echo of goodbyes.

I know that dreams are calling you

And it's hard to keep the faith.

But sorry, I can never say

That this ain't worth the wait.

In the silence I can hear

The echoed song of 'us'.

So I will never, never say

That love ain't worth the wait.

 ~~~

I sit on the staircase waiting to fall,

Hoping that love is a panacea

For all my ills,

Or a heroin habit.

Where are you now?

I’m dancing under a sky of stars,

Waiting for my shooting star.

It’s growing cold and my hands

Are in need of something to hold.

Where are you now?

I’m waiting to be driven senseless

Chasing after butterflies.

I want to get my child’s heart broken

And then reassemble it or maybe

Just lose some of the pieces to you.

Never the same,

Never quite whole again.