Evening approaches on the wings
Of buzzing flies, the glowing twilight
Rippling on the dusty streets
A lonely dog playing with some filthy rag
Yet it all seemed so different once,
Beauty was the word I was searching for
I had tried to gathered the letters in
Some scribbles that we exchanged
Something snapped, the ink was
A hazy blur, nothing tangible,
Nothing important, it felt like rage
And the mind refused to contain
The throbbing brain burst open
To say with a silent scream
I dreamt of you the other day.
Dreamt of a form, an image, a chimera
And before I looked it was gone.
And a million other things that
Words refused to grasp and the pen,
It said nothing.
I think I have measured out my life in
Cups of tea and words forged out by force
The never-ending sides of railway tracks
Where a woman pissed, a man died
And a baby played in the sunshine.
There was no end.
But you, you claim difference when
Your pores ooze out the same blood
As mine. It reeked of folly.
This play, this game, the lies or
Whatever it is that you say
The recent years contained.
And in a moment you walked away
There was no point staying anyway,
We are too alike.