Twilight is 
my favorite 
the city
slows the 
lights dim

thoughts come 
and go 
like horses
on merry
go rounds 

and quiet
takes hold 
like whispers 
waiting to 
be answered 

I wish
I had 
just one 
for leaves
and raindrops 
and even 
snowflakes have 
one another 
as they 
build becoming 
something else 
but me
I’m one 
never anything 
other will 
be and
never another 
for others 

Why then
do people 
complain why
knock upon
any door
upon which 
they will
never enter 
not because 
it won’t 
open but 
because they 
prefer to 
stay in 
the rain 
barking at 
clouds that 
they’re wet

I’ve looked everywhere 
I thought to
that it might 
be but isn’t 
everywhere it might’ve 
that I might’ve 
but it isn’t 
just where can 
one shoe go 
where the other 
one can’t don’t 
two things similar 
always stay together 
I guess not 
so now what 
am I supposed 
to do go 
out and about 
what’s a pair
when missing one 

One of 
the hardest 
things to 
be is
just that

and never 
give the 
reason as
to why 
just that