I stumbled muted through the empty streets
Breaking uncomfortable silence, I muttered rare cries that echoes in alleyways
My voice comes back queer and without significance
Songs ring my head, purveying emotions I do not feel
Faint glow of lampposts marking distance, marking time and illuminate failure
A shadowy man in a trench coat glanced at me and crossed the other street
Thoughtfully careful not to disturb my isolation
Maybe he could have said "Hello" and mentioned the weather
The faint, cool drops in the misty air must have been enough
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