detached

In a crowded street,

some busy boulevard,

of my lonesome musing,

where the cyclists pedal

and families push strollers,

friends talk

about future and past weddings

about newborns and baby showers

they whisper funereal small talk

new and lost jobs

classes, professors

the occasional hey or how you doing

long time no see

what've you been up to

still with that baker, nurse, brunette?

yeah, Sarah, Christian, Rebecca.

no,

yeah,

we're engaged.

congratulations

sorry to hear that

she was a mess anyways

nice catching up

have a nice day.

skateboard punk rockers,

yuppies and thugs,

on their cellphones

as vendors sell

and beggars beg

churches and clubs

carrying fliers

as cars roar past

and babies cry

I hear it all

through these ear-buds

attached to my pocket

as I walk alone

detached

to the dry beat of my empty heart