Juliet Poem by Treason

A silhouette, from the street light, coming down on the ground, rock hard.
The bitterness from the your selfishness is unrealized.
But many thanks for it.
I thought I heard your voice, as I peered over the corner.
Juliet is that you?

The taxi driver takes the directions,
As I take my thoughts into consideration,
A foggy window cannot suffice,
for what may lay on the other side.
Juliet is that you?

The bartender takes my tastes
As I sit in the pub, drinking my whiskey, extra dry.
And as I listen to the public say,
I say,
Juliet is that you?

Main street and capitol as I've done nothing today,
My state of mind is a question?
I blink once, twice, and then thrice,
and they say, 'I'll believe when I see it.'
Juliet, it is you.