Pavement Painter

I'm a day older

A year older.

She's a soldier,

shouldering every lost page.

My St. Petersburg night,

streetlight poet,

empty bottle masquerade. 

Time

won't tell.

I found her

sweeping up,

her crumpled

artwork.

But you

I found,

quietly drawing

everything we see.

I like who you are

when we're alone

Reviews

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

I love this piece. It is so short yet penned so perfectly. Excellent imagery and great word choice. Awesome write.