It's so sad
how we pretend like we don't know
each other
like you never saw
my heart
As if we never shared a home
or a life

You drove by me
like you never hurt me
As if there wasn't ever a day
that I didn't love you

We're strangers now

The hustle and bustle over
the bodies of the dead
The tossing and turning under
the spirits of living

Go ahead; live your life
As if no one was there first Before you
Feel important and do great things
With the last 80 year's you have

Travel as far and wide as you can
Through the whirls of the wild
And the depths of the desert
But you can't escape

Soon you'll be cordially welcome
To the cult of spirits down below
A forgotten existence, but new addition
To the Graveyard under the City

.
So you snuggle in to your bed
as you hear mid-winter calling.
The cold north wind is blowing
as the last of Autumns leaves are falling.
Did you ever stop to think
as you pull up your blankets tight?
That out in the doorways of the city
desperate figures shiver in the night.
Crowding around the soup van
blue hands grasping for the heat.
Hallowed eyes and frightened expressions
as the rain turns to stinging sleet.
The concrete pavements are hard and cold
the bridges provide scant protection.
The hot food and volunteers words
stir memories into recollection.
Once they were people of society
with homes and jobs and cars and love.
Now they fight behind the charity shops
for clothes and coats and hats and gloves.
So as you snuggle deep in your bed
and your fire starts to burn low.
Remember the people of the streets
as the sleet begins to turn to snow.

Pagan Paul (Dec 2008) ©2016

You broke me into a billion pieces
You threw me
Im broken into a billion pieces
And I can still say that I love you
It will take me a long time to find myself
And probably a lifetime to put myself back together
Even after that I will still love you
I will love you forever
I will love you after all the pain
Because when I said forever
I meant forever