Post by Jeni on Feb 24, 2006 12:57:13 GMT -5
Walking through the city,
So many nameless faces, all wandering aimlessly around,
Everyone has someplace to go, someplace to be,
No time for small talk, no time for hugs,
They just keep walking, on and on, as if trapped in limbo,
I see lawyers, sitting the coffee’ house, on laptops, or cell phone,
Paying no attention to the girl dressed in black, sitting at her normal table in corner, drinking her expresso,
Listing to them talk of bankruptcy, foreclosures, and money,
She breathes it all in,
The scent of lies,
She puts her headphones on, and zones out,
She’s had enough of them,
Sips her expresso, and listens to music,
She looks around, so many people, all different,
Individuals, but so closely linked,
She stands and walks outside, pulling her jacket closed,
As the icy air tears through her pale flesh,
She walks down main street, still sipping her expresso,
She passes the local homeless guy, sitting on an bench,
His skin so chapped, he doesn’t feel pain,
His eyes follow her down the street, all he needed was a smile,
To feel noticed, but no one ever sees him,
He is in the same spot every day, like a decoration,
Farther down the street, she passes a little kitten,
No home, no one to watch over it,
Probably hungry, but to weak to find food,
She could take it to the animal shelter, but it would just get youthanized,
She ponders death for a minute, how strange it is that life is so fragile,
But she keeps walking, leaves the homeless man, and the kitten to fend for themselves,
As she walks on, she passes the old movie theater, one screens, lots of seats,
But not enough, they wanted 8 screens and twice as many seats,
So the shut it down, within it old walls, lies so many memories,
She can remember going to see movies with her mom,
But the was before she shut down, before her mom started working all the time,
Standing on the sidewalk, she can close her eyes and picture the how the inside used to look,
Smell the popcorn, hear the little kids giggling, and the couples holding hands,
She is brought back to reality by the hateful blare of a car’s horn,
The car in front of him isn’t moving fast enough,
She shakes her head in disgust,
But still wanders on,
Leaving her memories of the old theater, around the corner,
She passes one of her teachers, on his cell phone,
To busy to even say hi,
She takes her mp3 player out,
And looks down the next street,
She can hear a woman crying, shrieking,
She takes her headphones off, and walks towards the house,
She briefly glances in the open window,
Long enough to see the woman hit by her husband, and hears the baby crying in the background,
She keeps walking on, think how sad it was that the baby would probably grow up, being abused,
And turn out just like it’s father…
She shakes the thought from her head,
She crosses back over to main street, and heads home,
She looks at the trees, their leaves blowing softly in the cold air,
She breathes deeply,
Freezing her lungs,
She walks unto to her apartment, and unlocks the door,
Only to find she is alone again,
Her mom’s still at work, and her dads probably at his friends house, getting wasted,
She goes to her room, takes a couple vicodin, and chases it down with whiskey,
Lays on her bed in the dark, and falls asleep…
