The City
Now I notice
the street lamp’s hum
The ghosts of graffiti
they couldn’t quite erase
The blank-faced stares
on the subway
As the people go home
The parks lay empty
like my unmade bed
The streets are silent
like my lifeless telephone
And this is where I live,
but
I’ve never felt less at home
So I’m not unsympathetic
I see why you left
There’s no one to know
There’s nothing to do
The city’s been dead
Since you’ve been gone…
Her Two Cents offers daily commentary on missed connections selected to appear on Lovelorn Poets.
Her Two Cents on The City:
My Midwestern friend, you are not alone. Many have come before walking those very streets and writing sadly beautiful songs. My recommendation? Buy The Replacements’ Let it Be, listen to constantly, and one day, when spring returns, there will be another for whom you’ll be humming “I Will Dare.”
Gentle Readers: One often thinks that large cities are full of exciting, alluring opportunities but our Lovelorn Poet from Minneapolis illustrates how those same streets can seem so empty when your heart is broken. Has that experience happened to you? Do the vibrant sidewalks suddenly seem cracked and littered when you find yourself alone?
