Balcony Breeze

Nighttime breeze on a hotel balcony, Cocaine remnants at the nostrils Sift slowly from my face It's fine, I'll be back for more soon enough The night lights are healing, So are the soothing sounds of the city. Why is the city awake? They should be sleeping, But no one is, not me, not the naked girl in the room Not the people next door, or across the hall Or in the next building, or anywhere else in the city Not the stars, or the moon Not even the sun, it's just hiding for the night. Like my guilt and insecurity, oh, and regret Which is locked away for now, Hidden by the high and the girl, But when the sun comes back, So will the feelings that I struggle to hold back Because, just like the sun, No matter how long the night seems To be a sweet release from the heat, It always comes back. Always.