If sad songs won't do it anymore
Then I'm not sure what you're looking for
There's something in this
Late night kiss and emptiness that resists
And defies my attempts to fail
At you.

I tread concrete streets and treat myself
With kind words and surreptitious glances
At other people's romances, such
High-strung love faces touch
Sometimes, and then stop.

It's decadent and at my detriment
To celebrate; yet my heart grows fuller
And more bold with each hand hold,
Each soft word that drips into my ear
Makes me spill both warm and cold air
And fills, fills.