I’ve lost the use of my heart,
But I’m still alive,
When you cannot find the people you walked through life with,
You are still alive.
I hear voices and want to talk to everyone,
The hustler and the prostitute together in fur coats,
The glowing car salesman,
Audible to me all,
The rat at the corner,
I’m crying everyone’s tears.
Photo♦Pierre Holtz for Reuters ♦Best Pictures of the Decade♦
-short evocative poetry-