untold stories
that died in the light of others
and unwrapped presents
missed their chances and
waiting for next year

surrounded by small talk
and friends without meaning
the time that was waisted
can never be taken back

no one to lay in the road with
and no one to stay up late with

I sit on my roof alone
smoking
with a heavy heart
listening to nothing
and the slight breeze stings slightly

live in the sun, and love in the moon

terrible terrible, how nice this summer has been
for the pouring of hearts have been stopped.

for being so surrounded
we are so alone.