Stagnant strangers romance
On crowded pathways below
Admiring the stage's glistening coat.
The reflection on the sill
Giving the cheekbones their due.
Praising the worth of porcelain skin.
My shades of blonde dancing in the high sun.
I gave labor to the grief.
To the squinting spectator
Who drank in the despair
As I tiptoed off the plane of existence
And drifted listlessly through the velvet blackness of oblivion.
I am what I always was.
Gleaming and empty.