No Stranger To Love

The cold night air wraps around my shoulders like a moth-eaten shawl. A rasping rain pelts the bitter sidewalk below. Visions of what once was flash in and out of the headlights passing by. How did it all go so wrong, as lovers become nothing more than mere strangers? Your heart has grown so hardened to my pleading touch. Ghosts we have become, passing through each other in our home that has slowly become our tomb. Words have become a foreign language to each other's ears. How did this divide go from small fractures to seismic shifts? We loved each other so, now we lay next to each other like phantoms. How do we bring back the light within our souls, Before we slip through the cracks of this cold, lonely cityscape? Shivers run up my spine as it's getting close to 2 a.m. now. I stick my hands in my weeping pockets and jingle my freezing keys, Look at the blank screen of my phone, waiting for you to call—but you never do anymore. I guess it's time to start walking home; you'll be long in bed. I try to tell myself we can find our love again, I just know it, if we try hard enough. Walk up to the rain-soaked building, enter with silent tears in my eyes. Put down my keys, take off my coat, and crawl into bed, Hoping that when the first rays of sun peek through the blinds of the windows, The space between us will slowly evaporate like dewdrops on a flower petal.