half-light
Waiting under the half-light
of flickering street lamps
where shadows twist
whispers beneath the weight of damp air
the city breathes in muted sighs
a symphony of distant sirens
the steady thrum of footsteps
that never pauses for a second glance.
Glass towers loom like sentinels
their mirrored skin reflecting dreams
that scatter like autumn leaves
in a wind that knows no direction
each face blurred into anonymity
eyes turned to screens
lost in a rhythm only they can hear.
I stand wrapped in a cocoon of silence
a lone note in a crowded song
watching couples trace
the curve of the sidewalk
their laughter mingling
the ghosts of my thoughts
each smiles a stab of neon light
against the dusk
where heartbeats echo
in empty spaces
the taste of solitude thickens like fog.
Puddles gather stories
fragments of conversation slip through
drifting on the surface
bobbing like paper balloons
waiting for a tide that never comes
each ripple a reminder, connection
the truth, the pulse of the crowd
I am an island, a silhouette against the chaos
holding tight to the frayed edges
memory I can’t quite touch.
Beneath the bridge
a river swallows its secrets
I stand here anchored
the weight of my thoughts
gazing into the half-light
hope flickers like a faulty bulb
the city, in all its grandeur
remains just out of reach
a beautiful, cruel illusion
I am but a whisper
lost in the roar of everything
Nothing at all at once!
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