All In My Head

Its all in my head but
It feels as though the unlit rooms
The orange tinted moon
And un wavering street lamps
All share a melancholy feeling.

Its all in my head but
It feels as though there's a message in the wind.
"Travel well" it translates to.
A place where it feels like my story started.
"Will you miss me?"
An empty question posed to an empty sky.

Its all in my head but
It feels as though strangers now recognize me.
Is it a greeting in passing,
Or does it mean more?
A place where every light in every home
Fills up a sea of stories.
Of which I wonder if mine will have a place.

Steps taken in fascination
Now filled with remorse
A last glimpse at the city lights.
The labyrinth of bridges

It feels as though this light,
This air, the passing greetings,
The broken sprinkler,
The deserted street.
It sits waiting for me to pass.
For the last time.

But of course,
Its all in my head.