My Lover Despair

The city doesn't truly come alive until the night embraces it.
Quietly the shadows come out to play.
For hours I'll just walk and walk, wandering the busy roads, the silent
streets, watching the lights streaming past.
The cold gets inside and I walk arm in arm with the night.
Music echoes like madness from all directions and I am a silent
observer to those who walk past me laughing or in lost in their
solitude.
Freeze for an hour watching and waiting, the street lights seem so
bright, yet feeble, men will never better the Sun.
I sit alone in the park for 59 minutes, the rain falls around me, my
breath fogs.
Its Autumn and Spring, I can never tell, yet I sit and watch those who
fear to enter here, enter alone at night.
I watch gangs of young men, trying to be tough, I laugh, and sing
softly to myself.
Sometimes I'd dream of finding someone like me, who intuitively knows
what I feel, how I think and become obsessed with the romance of
loneliness.
Sometimes I almost realise how much it used to hurt.