He stopped walking as night rolled in
And turned to sit on a step on the sidewalk
The heart was wreaking havoc within
Making his body surrender
Surrender to its restless rhythm
She released a tired sigh
Puffing out smoke from the chilly air
Head leaning against the wall
Once tear-stained cheeks now dry
What now repeatedly played in her head
They had something in common
Can't give up was the mantra
Surely, it had to be
That was out of the question
After all, both each had a little girl waiting at home
But the busy streets paid no heed . . .
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Cries and Echoes
Poetry"The cries of my mind are nothing but mere echoes to oblivion."
