Selfish – A Poem
A million dots of light illuminate the city,
Millions of lives behind the curtains.
But only on myself do I take any pity,
But only towards myself I feel uncertain.
As strangers walk past by where I sit,
I try my best to appear reserved.
Even though I feel as if my heart’s a pit,
I try to understand whether this I’ve deserved.
I try to remember his face exactly as it was,
The calming effect of his voice.
But all I really recall is the loss,
As he didn’t leave me with much choice.
So as I sit here on this bench,
That very bench he once sat on with me,
My eyes tear and my jaws clench,
Pondering on my pain’s degree.
An explanation is all I ask for,
Of why things occurred the way they did.
So that on this chapter I can close the door,
And not think about you, God forbid.
So just like those people behind the windows,
I can only hope that my life goes on.
And just like both my friends and my foes,
I can be carefree if on you I stumble upon.