City Walking
I walk the city
music pulses from under brick sidewalks
with brick walls and brick hearts
dragging along bad habits
of smoke and seduction and sound.
I am the street name, night life artist
leaving marks on coffee shop walls,
pulling, picking, plucking words from
the back of the mind
and I need to say:
Someday, this will all break your heart.
The Dancers
They passed as strangers,
but they knew each other once.
Time had come with wrinkles and canes and unsteady walking.
And memory that forgot love.
Age makes for fragile dancing,
but shadows hold youth, cast along walls.
If years hadn’t faded with his hearing, he’d recognize the waltz.
That's a really sad poem. Did you write it yourself? If you did, it's really good. Great visual imagery. I find it hard to believe that age can forget love, that's the sad part to me. I like the part how the shadows hold youth, because really, it does, when you're looking at a silhouette you dont see age, because your silhouette doesnt ever really change.
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