This poem is called Loving Lisbeth.

Loving Lisbeth

Night falls
And the echoes begin again
Somewhere beneath a shimmery moon
As the city lights dance
In the night
I hear them
Bouncing off
The shadows
That cling
To the skyscrapers
Under the inky depths
Of the night sky
Echoes of a voice
I used to know
And unrequited love
That still burns
In a heart
That can’t let go

I remember her so long ago
Calling out to the skyline
As we looked up
At the imposing structures
We both have always loved so much
As they dwarfed us
Until we were as small as the ants
Scurrying about in the cracks of the
Pavements
Beneath our shoes

Calling
As if they were some kind
Of saviors
Come to rescue her
Scooping her up
Into their concrete arms
And cradling her
Like a newborn
Safe in the shelter
Of her mother’s loving embrace

There was some kind of
Comfort there
Some kind of reassurance
In the familiarity of the same
Buildings
Night after night
Some kind of comfort
In the repetition
Of the mirrored windows
Lighting up the night

In feeling so small
Against the large constructs
That held us in their presence
As they stood so firmly
Smugly
In purpose
Looking down at us
As if their mission was
Always accomplished
With ease
Without fail

She called up to them

But there was no answer
There was never an answer
Just her own voice
Echoing through the city
In the still of the night
Under a darkened sky
Resembling the murky waters
Of an abandoned and forgotten lake
In some desolate remote place
No one knows exists

I stand here now
Listening to the forlorn echoes
As they clash and yearn
Spewing out dark melodies
And symphonies
Like a twilight serenade
Gone awry

And somewhere
I hear her voice
Now, just a ghost of a whisper
Riding the gentle night air
Like music notes
Barely audible

But I know it’s hers

I call out to her
But there is no answer

I call again
And her name
Gets caught in my throat
And I choke
On the pain
Of yearning
For what used to be
But never really was

An apparition
Of some long ago
That exists
Only in the dark blur
Of my mind

I feel her somewhere out there
Somewhere deep into the bowels
Of the night
Somewhere in the midst of
The street lights and the city lights
And the night dwellers
Taking up residence on the lonely streets
And the subways and the park benches
Among a crowd of wandering strangers
With nowhere else to go
I scan every face I see
But none of them are hers
I call her name
But no one turns to look at me

I search and search

But I have yet to find her
I search the seemingly endless
City streets
Late into the night
Like a maze
That there is no way out of
I call
But she doesn’t call back

I run alone
Through the back alleys
And the dead end streets
The cobblestones
And empty parking lots
Peering through the darkened
Windows of the closed cafes
And restaurants and stores
The soles of my shoes
Pounding against the ground
As I run
And my heart
Pounds in my cranium
Thudding
Like a drum
Vibrating my eardrums

My breath, raspy
And shallow
As I yell out to the night air

I call
And search
Her name,
Tantalizing and tasting bittersweet
Upon my lips
Like droplets of white wine lingering about

I frantically turn in every direction
Searching every corner
In a desperate

panicked haze
As I yell her name
As if my life depends on it
As if she were a lifeboat
Needed to save me
Carrying me out of dismal swamp
Back onto land
Where I stand
Looking up at those skyscrapers
Under a black sky
Calling
Calling her name

But the only sound I hear
Is my own name
Calling back to me

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