My heart ripped open, My face in tears,
I cross the street, feeling no fears.
I see the ground, holding city lights,
A man ask's me, "Do you have a light?"
I want to go home now. To rest my head
My throat hurts and im ready for bed
The sun has gone down I need to make a
call. But the phones are ripped, and
torn from the wall.
Continue walking, I know I must.
Beautiful Women I see, yet feeling no lust.
I keep walking along, and feeling insane,
while the homeless ask me, Do you have any
change To catch a bus, Escape the Hell,
It's nightime, Im on 7th and L My heart's
walks on to K street mall damn it! damn
it! I need to make a call I need a ride
to go back home and continue being all
alone.
A nice sunny day, is nearly at end.
I ask if she, will talk to a friend.
I asked my love, "Any chance for us?"
"No." , she said "I have to go."
She sits beside me at her victorian place
the tears running only on, my face.
The pain went through me I felt it's thrust
I now know, it's over There's no more "Us."
Why did I come here I wasted my day
The girl that I love Told me "go away."
Phillip Caine Feb 2 1997