These Empty Streets Poem by Sam Fischer

People say appreciate little things,
Learn again to be single,
Get to know new people and love,
Take time to go and mingle,

But people seem a shade of grey,
As does all of my life,
I can't imagine anyone else,
Being my partner or my wife,

The sky seems somehow duller,
A misty reflection of murk,
That lonely, broken and ruined soul,
It walks alone and lurks,

The wind blows through these empty streets,
And chills my bones to the core,
It's at this point I need to see,
To know whats really in store,

So I hope for the soon return of the colour,
And the reason for keeping my life,
Because it's not about you and me in the end,
I don't really need a wife.