As I stand on this street corner and dream

Of how our two roads meet, my memory

Of you comes flooding from it’s paper seam

Every car light flashes too bright. Every

Cell in my body aches as I pray

That I will see you again. One day. 

Although the noises grow too loud, I stay

To figure out why you had to go away. The wind is cold,

The light is harsh without your shadow here

I’m beginning to lose faith, I need to hold

On. Cement under my feet is getting old

Or maybe what’s cracking is your heart of gold

-z.mills