Step out into the street with me,
and see with your eyes what it
is which entices mine.

We are not alone, and though
I long for your presence, here
beside me now. We are together.

Smell the air which I taste,
everyday and night, fresh
yet dank with the vibrancy of death.

Feel the squelch of the wet
pebbles beneath your feet,
like an orchestra of crushing bones.

And hear the Arabian Accordion
in the street, amongst the pitter-patter
of busy but pointless people.

Though I may not be there,
I see you all, in the white-washed
stone walls, laughing with me.