I'm sitting here alone
In the middle of this very big city
I sit and look out the window of this very small room
This night time breeze consoles me
While there are so many lights
This city is still so alive
Strange and uncomfortable
Yet the memory of you brings me comfort
She who isn't mine
Yet I'll sit here and count the days until I see you
Just like I'd count the stars until I fell asleep.
Was so tired and depressed when I wrote this in the motel room during FanimeCon.
I can see the city image when reading this poem. Well written!
That's a great poem, of feeling comfort even though you are somewhere so vast and unfamiliar. Hope you're feeling better now though!
Sound like a sad mood indeed.