There’s a song I think with the same title,
reminds me clearly of my younger years.
So many late nights on a bar stool in tears,
none seen in the room, just to me so vital.
I walk about my world with secretive fears,
a loneliness one might describe with a zeal
for now their quest for happiness not ideal
Still walking streets, an avoidance of mirrors.
While watching a movie tonight my deal
an aching heart might call out for rescue.
We’d like to imagine our world crystal blue
such are the waves in the sea such a steal
Lives matter as much together as do alone
Powder keg for a still life photo just blown
© Scott F Savage 2019
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