Streetlight

she’s a street light in the evening rain
an empty seat on the rush hour train
she’s a polaroid lying on the street
she’s the lover I may never meet every night I breathe her in
feel her sink into my skin
still I feel,
that I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love
I am shouted by and criticised
still I crave your touch
and I know the time you’re killing is mine
but I... I don't mind
she’s a phone call in the dead of night
a stranger’s voice I recognize
she’s a radio playing in the dark
she’s the name you’ll find written on my heart
every night I breathe her in
feel her sink into my skin
still I feel
that I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love
I am shouted by and criticised
still I crave your touch
and I know the time you’re killing is mine
but I... I don't mind