Alone In Your City

Alone in Your City

Across the world in a foreign place, estimated population: 19 million..

I am alone here, I don’t know why, you were supposed to show me the way.

Is this a dream or a nightmare? I’m not sure, I see myself in snapshots,

Without context, am I seeing a beginning, middle or ending?

Sometimes I am walking, I see myself from behind.

I’m wearing jeans, a blue sweater, my hair is green and cut to my jaw.

Other times I am at the market along side the sea, the beach as far as the eye can see.

I feel like I’m waiting for you but you don’t know that I’m here.

Why do I know this? That I know what I know, yet also know what I don’t know?

I again have my back turned, green hair fluttering in the wind.

This time you find me in this place, you somehow know where to look.

I feel you without seeing you, I turn to see you standing there.

You’re watching me yet unsure how to approach..

Our eyes connect and we say everything, without uttering a single sound.

I walk up to you, I’m crying now and I reach out to pull you close.

That is where this one ends, the two of us locked in this embrace.

Face wet, pressed into your shoulder, your face in my hair.

I don’t know if this is a beginning, middle or ending.

If this is a nightmare, the peace I’m taking from this is that

You found me once again.

A nightmare turned into a dream, because of you I am no longer alone here..

This is a happy beginning, middle or ending.