foul stenched streets-an old poem for a "friend" you know who you are

Walking these foul stench streets at night

 brings to me, the memory

of the love I once had for you.

As I thumb through pages of a story we once were in

and recall how it seemed to be, a tale that had no end

written out or read aloud

Despite this relationship only being fueled by the moonlight.

having those few but memorable late night conversations

under soft colored street lights,

only bright enough for the both of us

is where I felt at home.

Once that bulb along with my hope burnt out,

I was left to walk these foul stench streets alone.

Reminiscing of the love I once had for you and wanting to keep.

but since love has no place down dark streets

and destiny waits for no man,

not even a man in need like me

So while soul searching for love,

I found death, mindlessly wandering down a dark alley.

So I kissed him before he could kiss me, so not to

struggle and tangle with regret.

but to dive into the next life

for a chance to meet again.

Under soft colored street lights only bright enough for the both of us

and would be just another star without you and I beside it.

Looking now at these foul stenched streets and that late night speech

of how love has no place down dark streets.

When that's all a man has in his heart are dark streets,

littered with rejection and riddled with secrets.

I find myself alone and at home.