Heartbroken

Rooftop October
2004-10-04 - 3:26 a.m.

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Feels so silent
and strange
looking out
while looking in.

All the rooftops
in my head are
alive as I dance accross them

stopping to pick
coins from the gutters
while everyone below
sleeps and dreams their
fevered dreams.

This is my anywhere but here
my anynow but this now
as I run my fingers
over the top of a dark water
a heaviness I can't name

sleeps at my door
while my brain clicks
and discharges sparks
of a faded and fallen summer.

I think of how we all
turn to autumn
somehow in our lives
the winds kick up,
the colors change,
and we learn what

no one can teach--
that there are places
people go where they
are beyond reach

From a rooftop
I gaze into the city
I dance having acquired
an akward grace
Up here
I feel so quiet
and ever so strange.