Monday, November 30, 2009

Missing In The Big City

it's finally night time in the big city
and as a quiet rain gently begins to fall

a lover sighs looking up into the wet
and at their other, tired thoughts stall

a homeless man makes a cardboard box bed

and fills it with the nothing he owns
nearby an empty can clanks and rolls
in the distance a truck exhaust groans

a man on holiday wishes he was home

knowing the warmth of his woman's arms

many miles apart living a conviction
a girl wistfully gives wind to her heart

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