A score and ten

is how long it’s been

since your eyes opened

yet still they’re closed.

I wish you not happiness

nor ill will but rather

the cure to finding

a soul that was lost

somewhere along the way

in the last score and ten.

© Autumn Siders 2015

Every young man on the street corner,

Every punk kid walking down the street,

Every glowing cigarette smoking up the night,

Every drifter carrying a bag in tow,

I see you.

Everyday I wonder

how our paths drifted so far apart.

Everyday I wonder

why I still keep you in my heart.

Everyday I wonder

what happened to make you so lonely.

Everyday I wonder

why you think the world revolves solely

around you.

Everything reminds me.

Everything begs me to forget.

Everything was what you were to me.

Everything is what you will always be

to yourself.

© Autumn Siders