you know, there was a moment there.
it was real and the breeze blew my bangs
high above the city that always sleeps.
pointed fingers, a heart in the pattern of the street lamps.
there was a moment there. it was real.
ghost melodies reminiscent of a time of 13 years old,
guitar guitar. weep weep.
dangling legs over tail-gate,
lonely but not alone.
there was a moment there. a real one,
warm breeze lifts my bangs and wakes me from stupor.
why have i been sleeping, this city makes me dizzy.
retreat, re-asess, love self, selflessly.
life is coming -
ready?
the breeze knows, the moment knows.
lean against the metal and watch the lightning.
the moment knows. it was real.
