Walnut Street
I’m walking on Walnut Street,
Where brick sidewalks
Back the office towers
Onto their foundations.
I’m squinting at the blue
So vast it tells the ocean
What color to be,
And I bump into strangers,
Who remind me of friends
I never bump into.
I’d much rather be sad
Than depressed.
Sadness has a heart.
There’s no drug for it.
You can feel good about that.
But I forget sometimes
To just be lonely
And call it by its name.
