Lonely streetlamps and empty sidewalks.

"I hear it again..." he says.

Hear what?

"The lovesong playing in the open air." he replied, "It's so sad tonight, it sounds so lonely..."

He begins walking again, slowly, by himself. The night air is so cold if feels like it's cutting like a knife. He puts his gloved hands in his pockets and pulls his arms closer to himself. He knows it's cold, he still wears that same thin jacket, with the same long sleeve shirt, just the t-shirt changes. He pulls the scarf around his neck tighter.

"Maybe it won't be so sad soon..." He whispers lightly.

What makes you even believe that? You know it's never going to happen. It's not your fault, you should move on. Maybe it will be better next time.

"I don't want to move on yet, I just feel like something is missing, some statement, or touch, just some connection..." He shakes his head as the words come from his mouth. He knows he's just wishful thinking. He knows it's never going to happen. Why does he keep trying...

"I remember thoughts of sleepful nights, twisted bedsheets, and warm embraces..." he says looking to the stars.

Yes, you do, and thats all they were. Just thoughts. You knew it wasn't going to happen. I will admit it would have been something great if it had.

"I know it would have been great. I could see that being something better than great though." He looks over his shoulder, just like every night he walks lonely down the sidewalk of this towns streets.

You're a dreamer, kid. You always have been. I support it completely, but it still doesn't make it any less true. It just wasn't ment to be. We both know if it was it wouldn't have ended the way it did. Hell, it wouldn't have ended at all...

"I know, I know." He says suddenly. "Look, I didn't want it to end, but, I was evidently seeing way more than what was there. Maybe I didn't want to see what it truely was, maybe I just wanted dreams to be true this time."

I know, kid. I know. I was hoping the same thing. Something spectacular finally happened. Just happens that spectacular thing was just ment for someone else. I hope they cherish it the same as you would have.

"They won't be able to." He pulls the scarf closer again as the wind blows by. "They won't be able to cherish it the same, noone could. It's just the way of things, I guess..."

Kid, you know the way of things a lot better than most. Hell, I would say all the people in the world will never accumulate the knowledge you have. Your mind works like no other. In that, you love like no other. Someone is bound to realize that. It's all the waiting game from now on.

"I am so tired of that game."  He crosses his arms as he crosses the intersection. The light turns green as he begins walking. No cars on the road, so he takes his time. "I feel like this town is right now, cold, lonely and empty. I know that will change, hell, I'm no longer as depressed as I was. That doesn't change the feelings though."

I know it doesn't, kid. I know that way to well. I know you way to well.

"I miss the way the song used to play in my ears." He closes his eyes as he walks, these streets are home to him, and he thinks back to days gone by. Movies on the couch, walking hand in hand, closed eyes and arms protecting his world. "I would have gave it all then. I still probably would. I just don't know."

Kid...

"I just hear it so far off now. It's so quiet." He opens his eyes. He's almost home now. "Is it bad I keep wishing for her to be there? For her to call?"

Never kid, you should keep wishing. Thats...

"It's so a pointless venture. Thats why I never could take looking in her eyes. I knew where they were. I knew where they wanted to be. Who am I to stop love from being there? If I did I wouldn't be what I am today..."

I know kid, I know...

He walks up those same stairs he's walked so many times before. He opens those doors he's opened to many times before. Just somehow they all seem so different, so foreign, so alien. Closing the door to his home, he takes his jacket off and lays down on the couch he's been on so many times before. It's just not the same. He closes his eyes. "Maybe tonight will be a better night, maybe what dreams may come will guide me to where I want to be, maybe that lovesong will play beautifully again...maybe..."