these lonely streets

I guess I just need to walk alone.. so I don't miss the silent pleasures of these lonely streets

These lonely streets filled with strangers.

Streets, like the empty words behind a meaningless hello or goodbye.

Or memories that for no lack of lack of trying are no more than vague husks our minds and senses try to absorb.

From that one sweet embrace drowned in song.

Songs that are of drum & chello skin.
of human soul
And of life as long as emotion.