The streets are embraced by this threatening night, <br />She's sunk in his warm, not yet sober embrace. <br />They promised each other that things would go right, <br />Yet all their hopes stand for counting days. <br /> <br />The morning will frown - one desperate kiss, <br />The sign of unfortunate parting for two, <br />Will cease their dwelling in ignorant bliss, <br />Or blissful forgetting, whatever is true. <br /> <br />The well-known words in a new undertone <br />Of whispering voices are fading away. <br />The morning will frown, and she will be gone; <br />He'll vanish in sleep till around midday. <br /> <br />They'll meet when the streets are embraced by the dark. <br />With no place to go, to never be found, <br />With lives half-forgotten, with nothing to mark. <br />But they have each other, and nothing else counts.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-else-counts/
