Trees line the way
as we sway past Tesco.
Lights blaring a beacon in the darkness,
as the streetlights
are turned off at half past never
and only seem to light up whenever
I think of you.
Past the boarded up working men's club,
a blend of cigarette burns, vomit stains
and the remains of countless regrets
sit trampled into the worn carpets.
The fencing says guarded 24 hours a day,
yet I’ve seen no-one passing this way
since the rot set in,
Only the youths laying out on the roof
a bottle of cheap cider
and a game of truth and dare
that no-one can win.
A man runs alongside,
breath clouds
rising from his upside-down grin,
trying to keep up,
to board at the next stop.
He does the same thing every night.
Passengers smile, Seeing the same sight,
the same cycle on repeat every time.
We slow beside the burnt down remnants
of the cannabis farm.
Just an ordinary house,
until fire blazed
and the air became high from the fumes.
I let my mind drift away into my tunes,
like clouds of smoky haze.
I’ve seen these sights almost every day.
I’m sifting through
my brain photographs in a daze.
As all I seem to see is your face.
My attention returns to the streetside,
watching the shops glide by.
Charity shops on either side.
Takeaways drive the night economy
from bar to bar,
as Deliveroo drivers pay no attention,
taking their lives in their hands,
swerving between cars
to get to their destination.
I look to the place where
two hearts once kissed
under a sullen tree,
but there is no sign of love
just an aching in my belly.
We swing past the park
where love and sunshine
held hands only months previously,
but now winter is here,
the oily blackness is all I can see.
Split by a pathway of light,
but no-one walks side by side.
A sea of neon blinds as
through this bitter night
the railway station looms into view,
and I once again think of you
sat somewhere so far from here
where my dreams always fly away to
when the night glides through my mind
from ear to ear.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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