Lock the empty library, waiting for the elevator “Ding”
To the left-
High buildings hide the sky.
For a moment I fall.
All I think about is the sunset- that last orange peel of light
And your eyes
Telling me it’s worth it, Promising this is going somewhere.
Truth is: the sun sets every night
And for two hours- I’m alone.
Feeling scarred.
Alice’s cat smile’s at the burnt out lighted- city,
Filled with millions, rushing by.
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