On nights like these, I find myself wandering
like a drunk and lost person
to find love
in the abandoned streets and alleys.
With my heart ripped out and the taste of liquor
stinging on the tip of my lips
as I knock on the doors of strangers
hoping someone would take me in
just once
so the fear of being alone
can disappear from my mind.
Sometime around midnight
as I lay covered in the unknown sheets
a thought hits me from nowhere
like a meteor hitting hard.
What words will the winds carry around
about me in the town?
But I smile to myself to think
that the winds are no different from me.
Going places just to find
some place to feel
wanted.