What Else Poem by Charles Lara

Late at night
when the streets
are dark
and the moon
Is wide awake
I sit in my house
and listen to the roar
of the el passing by
the shadows waiting
for sunrise
so they can
go back to sleep
and dream
of never coming back
but that will not happen
for when the
sun gives way
to the night again
they will be out waving
at the el and counting minutes
until they fade away.
I place my words
as straight
as can be
to let those
that read them
carry out what
might come to them after.
These words laced
by music and sights
and run away love
lost with strawberry youth
that left way too soon
to see collected dust
layering the corners
and furniture that
fill up my house
late at night
when everyone else
sleeps but me
and strands of shadows
listening to the el humming
under a melancholic moon
sitting on a fence
twirling its thumbs
thirsty for some wine
and nothing else…