Like an ex you suddenly find yourself still attracted to
Such a bad idea to get involved. We made a clean break but
old habits die hard.
The frenetic pace of the megalopolis
Seductive adrenaline rush of desire
gives way to the sweaty comedown of failure
Your beautiful grotty streets
Millions of tiny dwellings chock full of humanity
in all its vibrant, glorious horror.
The verve of creativity bursting at the seams… I could… I should…
tap into it, I could be amazing
But you don’t want me
The pain of utter imperviousness cuts deeper, somehow, than it should… I could…
Have been a contender? Maybe never.
You try to hit the ground running
Keep up with the crowds, meet up with like-minded souls. A mad rush
The things you lose by the wayside
can never be recovered
Until next time, my indifferent lover,