M.L.
my city falls asleep
washed in soft,
powder-pink light.
i walk home slowly,
dragging my feet,
unable to let the day end.
who could ever take your place –
could anyone
really take your place?
people everywhere: their bodies, their voices,
empty words,
restless motion, all of it pointless.
yes, bodies –
but someone else’s body
can’t quiet this ache.
it can’t do
what you do
for me,
what you do
to me.
who could take your place?
could anyone
take your place at all?
you are my whole world.
my whole world
© Copyright: Эл Стайнберг, 2026
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