the road seemed to stretch to infinity
as i squinted to brace my eyes against
the falling snow which stung my cheeks like needles
it was a graveyard of bicycles and cigarette butts
and for a fleeting moment i saw a discarded
bouquet of red roses rolling down the street
petals began to peel away in the bottomlessly angry wind
joining the eddies of swirling flakes and being tossed
into the air in a dance of such sadness and beauty
these are the nights i will remember
the cold nights of bitter walks deep into the urban tundra
the endless nights i spend searching for an answer to my call
which seems to freeze in my throat before it leaves my lips
the nights of hoping that someone has superhuman hearing
and wants to find me and read between the lines
where there is enough space to draw me a map towards home
i only wish it were as simple as falling apart
and being picked up by the wind