It was another melancholy night for her,
Waiting for the weekend to come again
She suffered.
Countless hours of waiting,
And waiting,
And waiting.
Yet she still sits there taking a drag
Looking lost into the city of mischief.

The yellow street lights illuminate the cobblestone road,
But still no one to be seen.
The city never seemed so dark,
Yet the crowding apartments
lit top to bottom, full of
Lights,
Love,
And laughter.
The bustling roads never seem so quiet,
Yet cars cruised up and down the block
Humming a sweet melody.

She closes her eyes and takes another drag
And then it begins.
Leaning on the window sill,
She reminisces.
She reminisces of his brown hair,
And his tall skinny frame.
She reminisces the night at the lampost
That very same lamp post
Which yellow light shines a yellow lustre
On the cold cobblestone streets
She remembers

The night, she fell in love

Tears flow like a river
Slowly, making its way down her rosey cheeks


She opens her eyes.
Only to see a different man
This man, a lonely man,
Was like her,
Perched against his window sill
Staring lost
In the city of mischief