Sometimes, Jazz Happens

The Lonely Shore

I was walking down
the lonely shore
of 5th Avenue,
the closed stores of our rendezvous,
alone.

How could you leave me there?

On some other night,
some other beach
of streets and taxis,
we might have wandered out of reach,
unknown.

But you met me there…

It’s hard not to despair the ending,
it’s tempting when you’re walking on the shore,
to want… more…
more…
more.

I am walking down
the lonely shore
of Fifth Avenue,
past closed doors of our rendezvous,
alone.

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