it’s midnight in laredo
and my shoes slap the sidewalk
like a dying heartbeat.
people pass by like ghosts
faces painted on smoke,
and i pause —
am i the only real one?
then loneliness crawls my back
like a wet coat i can’t shake off
and i keep walking.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 12:37 PM UTC
it’s midnight in laredo
and my shoes slap the sidewalk
like a dying heartbeat.
people pass by like ghosts
faces painted on smoke,
and i pause —
am i the only real one?
then loneliness crawls my back
like a wet coat i can’t shake off
and i keep walking.
