Written on Saturday- rough, but salient.

[kudzuvines]

This Singer

I walk the streets of this city
Cleaner and quieter than my last
It alternates between my savior
And my downfall.

Watching the leaves drop away
Until all that is left are stark branches
Against the empty blue of the sky
No end in sight.

Saving nights for friends
I keep myself busy here
Avoiding these thoughts of you
And still wondering how you are.

Most days you populate the back of my mind
As you fade away
And my new life sinks its teeth in
It is almost like I dreamed you.

But watching this singer
Hearing his words echo my heart
And the life I left behind
You creep back to your former place in my thoughts.

And my eyes seem to focus on you
Wherever you are these days.
I hope you're happy tonight
Making your way through my old life.