Pedestrian

To be without you

Means nothing to want

Attention

Seems I'm jaded

My eyes are Abyssinian

Searching for red laser

Point

On the walls

On pedestrian faces

And none will ever

Ever do.

But to be without you

Means I am

Nothing. Wanting

Attention

Nothing

Wanting You.

Are you in them rivers

In these herds?

These lakes of

Lips

Kissing the silence of melancholy

Means nothing

To want

Your poetry

Feeling much much more

Than

Pedestrian.