gentle sighs,
hugs from behind,
nostalgic sights
we find each other
in the night
at wooden benches
parked between
a natural dark,
artificial lights.
i can only see
2 feet in front
can you see me?
though my steps
are calm,
cold and clean.
i mopped the floor
not long that night
the soap stains sting
don’t get them in your eye.
i was blind,
i am fine, fine, fine
whine, wine, dine, cry
why.
no more
question marks for me,
you’ve brought enough
crazy
too many memories
not you or me,
but she.
me and she.
she could be anybody.
butwhoeverdrinks 