Poem #11
One City Story
Teardrops of old fall from the desperate
They freeze before they hit the sidewalk
Shattering with the force of love and hate
But the snow still falls
My only warmth is neon advertisements and the cigarette in my lips
Your memory chills my heart
Your cold shoulder still on my mind
But the snow still falls
This city sways and shivers in the cold winds of winter
Life is seen off the streets in coffee shops and delicatessens
Faith is seen in those who choose to jump with angels present
But the snow still falls
Shadows are cast on the backdrop of city lights
Failures are flown as flags for all to see
We break as the sun washes the city clean
But the snow still falls
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