A motorbike speeds in the distance,
it’s 1am and my thoughts are of you.
Wind blows chimes and my cigarette
as I stand by the window.
I belong here tonight.
A minor crime, a minor slip,
it’s nothing compared to the promise I still keep.
Cars find their way home,
and I stand vigil once more.
Pages of letters,
words I wrote and emotions I felt.
The cold air keeps me awake,
and I lean on the frame as this town says goodnight.
Do I belong?
Questions I ask myself.
Am I still a child,
despite all my efforts?