Marco DiLeonardo Art

Empty Handed:

It's not a blur to me.
Got there with two hours to kill.
Drove over icy bridges and garbage to get to you.
Sat inside my frozen car breathing into my hands.
Pondered over a dirty crumb filled table.
Heard subway trains scream your name.
The locals weren't even around.
No one know.

Walked to your door.
Rang your stupid fucking bell.
This day was already over and we hadn't even met yet.
Called to tell someone, anyone, where I was.
I remember standing by your gate
...and how you made me wait.
No one answered.
No one knew.