A blank face stares into
a reflection of a building.

But does not see a face
staring back.

Just the blinding sun
and what was once

A face, maybe a smile.
Maybe the happiness of a young child.

Buildings are being built every day.

Feeling foggy
a little dazed
lots of music
a smokey haze
Strong and Thick
oh no here I go
feeling foggy
time to go

Walked down the street
Knowing where you were going

Came across a place
Showing interest

Walked inside
Gave it a glance

Took a chance All it took
Was a glance

Waiting on what was

Waiting on what should have been

Waiting for months

Waiting for years

I hate waiting, it only brings me tears