Car alarms echo in alleys of vacant yellow windows and silent streets.
My heart whispers for a soul
in star-lit frost.
Shadows crawl on brick and mortar.
But all is still, as I am still
in my bed, searching for a cosmic quarter.
I make a collect call from the corner of midnight
to an imagined stranger
who will never Answer
the Solitary Endless Ring.
The footsteps on stone are my own.
And there is no phone.
No place to call home.
I can't shake the feeling,
I'm not Alone.
Only You May.