from a distance

from a tall building

I watch,

leaning quietly

on an old roof made of copper,

these familiar lights

shimmering in the dark,

strange people

moving on with their lives,

the glow seems warm

even if the city is still cold,

I wrap myself around in songs and visions

like the finest of silk

mixed with lace,

with the still flickering hope

or just a wish perhaps?

that the concrete jungle

might spare me this time,

and not swallow me up

leaving me in pieces

under the watchful,

always staring,

city lights

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