It Is Nights Like These

Its nights like these
when the sun,
like love,
isn't strong enough to
keep hearts
or bodies
warm.

The street's corners are dark and
I look up at the windows
of tall buildings -
imagining happy families with hopes and
dreams.

I try to forget the red haired and
red blooded
woman who left my bed
as cold as the air
not long
ago.

I think how I should wash the sheets.
But then I wouldn't smell her anymore.
Her hair still strewn over my pillows
and floors.

The bus pulls to the curb
and I step in
to go
nowhere.