Let it be
by elaine vuong
The others never sleep
In this city where the heart
And mind are hard to keep
We’ll find ours and fall apart
When we realize it’s been
Too late for them to make
A new start.
Why is her face so distorted?
She finds it amusing to mock
The night goers who’ve walked
This street of lights and ticking clocks
She moves to the side
Like a spindly tree nearly
Uprooted by the wide, wide
Wind to fall free.
She looks confound
Maybe it’s the sleep
That she and they never found
We’ll meet up somewhere deep
Find the places where
We can play
And no one would care
If we make it to day.
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