Terraces

"I read about this guy.
Gets on the MTA, here, and dies.
Six hours he's riding the subway before anybody notices.
This corpse doing laps around LA, people on and off, sitting next to him, nobody notices."

Planted myself on the terraces,
Watching darkness enshroud all within sight.
It would've been fall somwhere else on the globe.
The night dawns quickly.

It wasn't the first time I sat on here beneath the evening sky.
Yet I had never felt this lonely.
Passerbys rollicking in loquacious revelry.
Eyes gleaming by, but never set on me.
Not on the man who wasn't there.

Growing desperate.
Waiting for a call, a message.
Any response, from anyone close to me,
Or even one who is not.
But just no luck.

Remembered being quite sad about things.
Things so close, yet at that instant, seemingly so distant.
Eyes misting, vision distorted.
And I saw the blue-black on the board;
The blue-black on my fist.
Felt its pain, and so did my heart.
A pain of which source I couldn't bear myself to trace.
But pain is pain, nonetheless.

I tried to hide, head on the desk.
But ever hoping for a pat on the shoulder.
Some kind words and a cookie,
From someone called friend.
Recalling amidst the twilight at the terraces,
How I wished I had got them.

Suddenly, I was reminded of something.
Something trivial, a passing statement.
"There's a famine in Europe."
I laughed.
Some people never failed to cheer me up.

I laughed, and I laughed some more.
And then I cried.
It was all silent around me.
The faint glint of an airliner.
Slowly fading, behind the veil of darkness.
And then it was just me and the field,
The track and the greyish-black.

I decided it was time to go.
As my sight grew blurry again.
I had planned for this day,
A a testament to love, a reason to celebrate.
But certain words spoken,
And feelings made pronounced,
Changed what I foresaw.
And it wasn't as if I didn't expect things to surface just to break my smooth sailing days.

Is my intention, my wish for you, so hard to understand?

"Guy. Gets on a subway. Dies.
Think anybody'll notice?"

Dusk

The glimmer in her eyes. So alluring.
The backdrop extended towards the horizon, dyeing everything grey.
The rustling of leaves; slippers slapping the pavement.
The irpe of a sun long set.

And me.
I was there, and I was glad.
Glad that I could be of use, that I could be of help.
I thank her. For kind words amongst uncertainty.

Stars played guests in the Night's sojourn.
Glistering sequins on the velvet sky.
Lighting the earth with playful glee.
As two shadows became one.