there are ten million people in the city tonight
and no witnesses to my sleepless cries.
starless skies, the moon displaced;
echoes of a love’s lost trace.
feathery kisses, soft whispered names,
in glimpses of envy, perhaps a hidden flame.
boundaries blurred,
lines crossed in the night;
a strange resistance to the candle light.
a fragile dance of fleeting chances.
broken glass. missing pieces.
in shattered fragments, glimmers of hope.
a thousand minuses, a love I must outgrow:
you were the angel; but alas it’s true
you will never love me the way I need you to.
Constant Caprice 