Lights

I saw you again today

For the umpteenth time

Though your beauty will never fade from my eyes

Tragically, I will always find you beautiful

Though you now seem to pretend I'm invisible
and you do a great job at it.

I was standing next to you,
reading poetry

My fingers always seemed to turn pages which reminded me of you

You moved away, to a more active audience,
One which was undead, unlike me.

The bitter smell of your favourite chocolate drafts around me
Reminding me of my miniature failures

You leave without giving me a second glance,
I can't blame you though,
I pretend that I'm invisible.

I go up to the rooftop
I stand there and write these strings of word
Admiring the view that you promised to share with me once

The street lights in the distance,
glimmer in the dusk
like fairies
guiding the lost in the forest

I hope they guide me as well
through these woods
that I often seem
to get stuck in

And I hope
I will see you
on the other side.