On a broken sidewalk -
a soul, bared in chalk.
These letters, these words,
could almost be mine...
"... left with a rose, still alive,
from a love now dead."
Promises broken by someone sincere,
leave the sidewalk poet scarred and lonely -
He remembers comforting,
calming his lover's fears of betrayal.
But accusers, soon guilty,
are, sadly, too common.
Another has felt this way,
though he probably doesn't know.
On a broken sidewalk -
a soul, bared in chalk.