New Orleans’s Eyes

Everyday a lonely man wakes to put his feet on the cold floor.

As he walks down the hallway he stops at the mirror

His eyes are open but his heart is closed

New Orleans’s eyes wet from the previous sleepless night

Outside is sunny but inside memories rain keeps life flooded.

The wind of time has eroded hopes of finding the you in “you and me”

His heart used to care but it got him nowhere but down.

All the words he longs to hear are unspoken

His home is silent except for the storm within

Every thunder in his day reminds him of the rainy past.

He’s losing at the game of love, with out her love

The game always ends the same, wondering if he’ll ever love again.