Technicolor City

Sip in the mix of chaos and still
as false-winter dies in city streets,
door open, door closed,
Pick up the clutter of our lives again.
Make a resolution, break a promise
It`s been too long/too much
but I ask for one more...
neon blue, red, green moment with you
and the electric flicker of the city
reminds me that
I’m still vibrating,
forget to call, forget to smile,
Scars too numerous to count,
and too many to let the wound heal.
So I breathe as if today
was the last day granted.