Wednesday, March 2, 2011

The Thirty-Seven Cent Store

What will it be tonight?—
Coffee, muffins, tea...

Perhaps I’d like an apple or orange…
Or a shoulder to cry on.
I need something to keep me from the night.

At night…the city around me…
Slows down…becomes…silent.
It’s a slow, silent, lonely place.
The night is lonely.
The city is silent.
Silence and loneliness dance together.


  1. Thanks ^_^

    I liked writing it. It took a few edits but I'm satisfied. The shortness is more fitting.