Walking Home Drunk

I’m alone again tonight,

but the echoes,

they keep me warm,

even when my insides are so cold,

reminding me that it’s warm out there,

somewhere….

 

That if I walk far enough,

I might see one little lit lamp,

burning in the urban tundra,

infested by moths,

dripping their dusty rain,

like stray tears,

on the dead pavement.

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