Neon lights
   and humdrum
     she buzzes
        fast paced
     and bright
only surface deep,
   And when I wander
   walking an inch of time
under yellow street lamps,
                 the silver fog
    of the night’s breath
crisp on my lips,
    my shadow stretches free
        elongating on walls
around wide open alleys,
    I meet her
        stripped bare
& far too lonely.

© SoulReserve 2016

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