In my head are images of you
I am sure it’s what keeps me alive
I sit watching people going to and fro…
their life each they contrive
Am I no different?
Brown bagging on this bench
Loneliness’s insatiable thirst
I can never seem to quench
I am where I am
It no longer has meaning
You’re gone and there is no other
that can cure me of your leaving
I walk for a while
On the sandy beaches
Happiness, it’s hiding
deep in memories’ creases
I hope to catch the sunset
of the last dying day
But my brown bag is empty
and I must be on my way….
George Fraser
George Fraser is a life long artist who writes, paints, and creates music. He is from California, and currently lives in North Carolina. "Poetry is the echo of life, the reflection of self, a soul laid bare on the page." - George Fraser