Perceptions Alter

Someone who used to care

Concerned when I maneuvered the streets

Had left my linen, tattered 

Sprawled out amongst the honeybees. 

The signs mock me as I pass 

Neon fluorescents, attracting swarms

Of Sunken eyed, abandoned beings

Blowing condensation, staining glass

With the fatality of their breath.

The front desk emits a spark of agency

But the sign reads no vacancy 

And no broken hearted face is friendly. 

Warmth is met on a rickety stool

Swiveling images, between 

A cigarette junkie manically pouring 

My seventh greedily gulped cup of coffee 

And an impenetrable wall, filled 

Crevice to crevice with uselessness. 

Longing directed towards deflated booths,

Toying with the blanket hugging my knees

Awakening from the night’s dreams, 

Meeting my care taker with a nervous grin

Assuring her this encounter will end.

I thought if I wrote 

It would solve everything.

I forgot though

About how you saw my writing

You changed every line.

I thought if I loved 

It could solve something 

I forgot though 

I didn’t believe in such a thing.

You changed my mind.