it's one a.m. in the city
i'm sitting outside
the humid heat of the day
pressing in through the night
i sigh
and she sighs with me.
i'm perched on a ledge
with a book in my lap
a cigarette in my hand
and her on my mind.
i breathe
and she breathes with me.
all alone on this ridge
i dangle my feet off the edge
and i see lives pass by below me
i watch
and she watches with me.
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 10:17 PM UTC
it's one a.m. in the city
i'm sitting outside
the humid heat of the day
pressing in through the night
i sigh
and she sighs with me.
i'm perched on a ledge
with a book in my lap
a cigarette in my hand
and her on my mind.
i breathe
and she breathes with me.
all alone on this ridge
i dangle my feet off the edge
and i see lives pass by below me
i watch
and she watches with me.
I wrote this when I was sitting outside a coffee shop on fourth street in Austin, Texas, watching people streaming out of the bars and into the streets.
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