Prospect Street
John Samaras
It should have been you; it’s all you had to do
Too good to be true, never had a doubt
Plans always fall through, or so it seems
A false alarm, hardly made a sound
He walks alone, the dirty cobblestone
Roaming around some ghost town
Whistling a tune that echoes through
Alleys and streets, making ends meet
Lost the spark in repetition
Refracted heart, put out of commission
The policeman’s at home, in a twilight sleep
He won’t feel a thing, just for tonight
The kids are out, causing a stir
The memory fades; it’s such a blur
Lost the spark in repetition
Refracted heart, put out of commission
In the light everything’s noticed
What’s out of sight stays out of focus
On prospect street