Jul 29, 2024
I wrote these verses on my way home while I had to wait for the tram and came home. It truly happened.
Walk home
The evening settles in,
A balmy warm summer night,
Darkness slowly creeping,
Under a sky so bright.
A beautiful, radiant blue,
With streetlights glowing orange,
I come home late tonight,
While vacation spirits flourish.
People dressed for summer,
In skirts, shorts, and flip-flops,
I’m in my black shirt and jeans,
with a laptop bag, as the night drops
Waiting for the next tram,
Glancing at the display,
Impatiently I sit here,
Thinking I’m relaxed today.
Yet my legs move restlessly,
As I step on board the train,
Old-school carriage filled with life,
Hipsters, alternatives all the same.
From every walk of life,
I wonder where I fit,
I step off and cross the tracks,
As the darkness starts to knit.
Windows glow with stories,
Neon signs flash bright,
The downtown streets breathe softly,
As the city sighs goodnight.
A random dude walks past me,
With brown hair and blue shirt in lantern light,
A tote bag slung over his shoulder,
Roller-blades in each hand, a dreamy sight
In my thoughts, your voice whispers,
A haunting, sweet refrain,
Before my inner vision,
your drawing still remains.
I can’t help but think of you,
your shadow fills my mind
Yet I know it’s someone different,
but I see your silhouette for a while.
You vanish down a side street,
I watch you fade into the night,
As our spirits lose their trace,
Our paths now part, no more in sight.
I’m finally arriving home,
stepping into the courtyard’s calm,
Hidden by the weathered brick walls,
Embraced by the evening’s balm.
I’m looking down, as i unlock my door,
your ghost whispers me my secret key
I step into the known and enter the usual
Like the mirror in the hallway you reflect my fears.
I ascend the weary stairs,
the ancient wood beneath me creaks
reminds me of the deep despair
of feeling innerly broken, as hope slowly leaks.
