Jonathan Kyle Vargason
Weekday Streets - Poem by Jonathan Kyle Vargason
I admit, I have come there a time or two
A place where the shadows speak
To men and pick on what makes us weak
And I find the woman I once knew.
Still I weep, not for myself but for you
A street corner is not the castle
For a princess ever so gracile
Yet here I am unable to bid adieu.
Your scars signify the years since we parted
And now your tears fall into the street
As you search for nickels in the concrete
Just so you can love another of the fainthearted.
I realize now that my money cannot rebuild
A castle that crumbled long ago
With the woman I used to know
And loved before a dream went unfulfilled.
Even now though, I would outreach my hands
To pull you away from what you’ve become
And see your true smile that I once would succumb
To your beauty before your many one-night stands.
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