The warmth of the sun was the first to go.
Now, chills ***** my spine when I leave.
The concrete under my feet draws me closer
To another week searching for something
Beautiful.

Sitting on this bench, I see couples walking past
Fighting, laughing, kissing, or just standing together.
How simple it seems to belong to someone
And have someone tell you that you’re only theirs.

I feel alone in this city of lovers
Sharing their sandwiches and cuddling in the park.

They flash their smiles and laugh at each other’s quirks.
They have someone to snuggle with, when the night begins to chill.

I think back to the warmth of the sun
And remember when he called me beautiful.

The sound of the subway grinding past
Shakes to my core and quickly is gone.
A piece of paper flutters along the floor
But before long, it too is still.