Taylor

i had this idea of writing a poem down as sort of a message to the world and then writing it on a few slabs of sidewalk under street lamps so people could read them at night as sort of an art project.

Taylor was here,
without you.
at 12:32
you were somewhere
and Taylor was right here.

Taylor had blond hair for you to see
but you never saw.
Taylor had a quiet voice to talk with
but you never listened.
Taylor had blue eyes to see you with
but you never showed.
Taylor had soft lips to kiss your cheeks with
but you never made a move.

Taylor wore an old leather jacket
with fake fur on the inside.
Taylor had sleek styled glasses
but often wore contacts.
Taylor walked here
in stained, tattered jeans,
on an extra windy night.

Taylor would wave at cars
but the cars would just keep driving.
Taylor would smile at strangers
but the strangers would just keep walking.
Taylor would have danced, sung, listened, and played,
but no one gave Taylor the time of day.

when Taylor walked here
that one windy night,
Taylor lay under this streetlamp,
for two hours.
teeth chattering
and mind undoubtedly blathering,
Taylor waited.
Taylor waited and waited,
gave up and cried.
14 cars and 3 walkers had passed Taylor.
none of them stopped for Taylor.

Taylor picked up the phone
and gave me a call,
told me all this,
goodbye,
and that's all. 

the wind was blowing
that night Taylor dissapeared.
the wind blows now, still,
that night it shed no tears.

Taylor is out there
around the next corner
in the next conversation.
Taylor's on the next public transit
Taylor's in the next sport you try.
Taylor is the next stranger you talk to
the next friend that you meet.
Taylor is in the next crowd you see,
the next hitch hiker on the road.

Author's Note

okay, so they reason i say "Taylor" so much is to say away from gender determining words like "his, her, she, he", etc. so dont mension it, please.
there's not really an ending but i think i like it.

Reviews

[Sunni Davis]

Great concept and wonderful poem. Good job!