i know it's unreasonable,
silly. but i like the notion
of being a hopeless romantic,
walking past the place where
i think you ((might)) live,
searching all the shops
you might drop into for
a new pair of shoes.

find the jewels that fell into
my hands when i was younger,
somewhat jealous.

crawl home from the feeling
that it was pointless,
& i should have
known it.

maybe i did.

the only solace is found
somewhere between the drums
& the uneven beat of the bus,
wander cold streets to tell myself the same
it's all the same.
it's all fine.

let the idea fall into place,
despite everything i want to believe
loneliness is no fun without you.