flute song in the night a distant train
sounds of loneliness their all the same...

She camped alone, In forest sharp
Pasted a sign that spoke "hey you" "don't park"
One Moon, This Night, Could See Forever
She tried to Look back, was told "No, Never"
Dyeing fire glowing ember,
A gust of wind blows Sparks...
against the Van
Slowly, pen, slips out of  hand
She has to stay, but should have ran.
Onto the floor note book falls wide open
Eyes are burning exhaust pipe choke'n
She swallows Gin,
Her heart is broken...
Wants to Laugh ... but Her Smile's ...
Still Broken...
While all around
The Lonely Crowd
Amuse themselves
With flashing light ... & sounds
And their Loves Forgetfulness...

Abounds