the sparrows
call out from
the heavy fog
a miasma choking
the morning sun
yet each note
carries the faint
sound of hope
echoing through
the hanging mist

i saw you again
last night while
roaming the alleys
in the back of my mind
i didn’t approach
even though i so
desperately wished
to be by your side
choosing simple
agony over waking
to the feel of your
head on my chest
and the pain gripping
my heart in its
cold iron grasp
with the incessant fog
billowing my regrets
over the still city
of millions sleepwalking
in a collusion of
squandered dreamcycles

the sparrows sing
phantom notes drifting
through the incandescent
droplets hanging heavy
there must be some
beauty in the pain
even if i cannot
quite make it out