A City Night

The city phone

Trembles

In my hand

As I dial the number

To my mom.

The phone

Rings and rings

But no one picks up.

Limply,

I hang up the phone

And walk down

The city streets.

The lamps are on,

And it’s a cool night.

I shiver,

But don’t know if it’s from

Being alone

Or being cold.

It is then

That I see her.

A girl,

A Chandelle girl.

I know.

I can tell by the look on her face

And the twinkle in her eye.

The End

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