The minute details don't really matter.
Watching people leave.
Watching the bus overtake us as we walk into the night.
Watching others watching us.
Watching for cars to wait for a safe time to cross the otherwise empty roads.
Watching the breeze rustle the leaves.
Watching others talk and breathe in the crisp night air.
Watching out for cracks or dips in the pavement to avoid.
Watching cars go by.
Watching others hold hands.
Watching people interact; body upon body, breathing in each others' oxygen.
Watching people intrude into each other's personal space.
And keep watching fate being dealt upon others. Things which will not have mattered
anymore an hour later.
And think about things which don't really matter at all.
And feel so lonely.
Watching the bus overtake us as we walk into the night.
Watching others watching us.
Watching for cars to wait for a safe time to cross the otherwise empty roads.
Watching the breeze rustle the leaves.
Watching others talk and breathe in the crisp night air.
Watching out for cracks or dips in the pavement to avoid.
Watching cars go by.
Watching others hold hands.
Watching people interact; body upon body, breathing in each others' oxygen.
Watching people intrude into each other's personal space.
And keep watching fate being dealt upon others. Things which will not have mattered
anymore an hour later.
And think about things which don't really matter at all.
And feel so lonely.
