The lights from the city reflect against the night sky,
Making the stars invisible to see.

They are awaiting my arrival.
They are waiting for their dream.

My face, my glory, my imperfections so obvious.
I bleed the very ambiguity that you wish you could muster.

Yet, I'm still left in wonder.

Questions unraveling my frustrations.
My determination sliced by failures.

Your hand is waiting in winter.
It's apparent, I hate the snow.

The summer breeze is what pleases me.
Going back to when your face first held my mind captive.

I could play your words over and over inside my head.
Holding on to the tempo, the beauty, and the depth.

Oh what this city brings me.
The false promises and confusion.

Say it again!
Engrain my brain with your words!
Say it again!
Love me lonely with your thoughts!


Leave me.
So when I see you again,
it will be much sweeter.
And the bitter cold will end.


-R.