I left my heart in San Francisco
I lost my mind in Alcatraz
Atop the waves of the bay that day
I realized I could never go back.
I realized all decisions were final
And to be in love is a fatal thing
That sometimes you see the best in someone
Even when there is no good to be seen.
Those empty hallways that once held souls
Are now just pictures to a tourist
And not a single person can possibly feel
What each criminal that lived there witnessed.
Those busy city streets that whistle,
Screaming life and revealing 'self'
Could make a person feel the most whole or empty
Depending on which corner you find yourself.