Sweet the scent of never knowing faceless fears and silhouettes blooming on a hillside of aqua thoughts and turquoise slippers changing the colors from dark to light, blending heartache with feathered features, transparent in the scheme of these feelings
When disturbing the ant pile it is better to walk off⦠then ask directions
Sitting at the table as jealous waiters take orders from no one, casting neon signs of daily specials on a blue plate avenue in rush hour foot traffic, bringing detours with the bill, expecting a healthy tip for having drawn the blinds hiding you from peering eyes and evil grins
Always check the silverware for evidence of previous users before placing a napkin in your lap
Night brings with it the casualties of a day job, lonely dreams scattered on splintered park benches beneath a flickering street lamp illuminating graffiti poems and wrong phone numbers⦠silent as the one you hold in your hand, wishing for a lighted screen, displaying her name knowing it will not come
Dialing directory assistance for help in locating the broken heart app