By Mark A Leon

Loneliness is twice as hard as heartbreak.

I’m Batman, living in my cave; a hero in disguise.

Everyone sees black and white when all around I’m confused by color.

You see me; you know me; I’m invisible on the streets.

That familiar stranger you may have once known.

That random encounter to remain untold.

The fling between the sheets, now a fleeting memory fictionalized by all the rewrites in my head.

The drugs don’t work anymore; the sonnets don’t rhyme.

Love is noise. All I hear is silence. I forgot how to hear the noise; how to dance; how to sing.

Cries of the lost, drowning in the desert.

Rise by the ocean; sleep in the valleys and in between an endless forest with no direction home.

All these miles to return to these familiar places.

Every stop a new feeling

Bleeding, breathing, begging

It’s ok. I’ll keep writing in this journal in my head

A legacy I’ll take to the grave.

Six feet under lies a teleplay of the heart.

The most unpredictable ending to a lifetime of streaming storylines with no character development; no glamorous ending.

Remembering the way she looked at me the way I looked at her keeps me going.

These feet bloody leaving behind footprints of dirt and tears soon to be washed away with the next rainfall.

Words silent as the night air; love fragrant as a budding rose.

The road goes on….