the cold pavement
makes unpleasant patterns
upon my tired, emotional skin
I cannot lift a finger against the
heat of the night,
my urge to laugh,
or the tears in my eyes.
summer voices rise up from the lazy
leaving me faithless and without the means
to pack all my bags and
return to my life
my face is damp but I have trouble distinguishing
the sweat from the tears.
the heat from the pain.
my eyelids slowly droop but you
stay safely locked inside
and I let the city carry me to sleep
just as the ocean carries the tide.