Amy Rose Wagenheim-Meet me on the sidewalk?

Meet me on the sidewalk?

I wish a word existed

That could explain this feeling

Where happiness feels so sad

Smooth stone with sharp edges

Sunbathing in a rainstorm

 

Laying in a sidewalk together

The warmth of the pavement

Staring into the blinding sky

The song that is thoughts

Irrelevant pain in my head

Lost in the grand universe

 

The world looks different here

A new perspective enveloping me

Everything is so much brighter

Bittersweet doesn’t cover this sensation

Washed away to this place

 

Here, a sort of home

Solitude in your company

Here I will lie forever

Scavenged by beasts of thoughts

No words cover this sensation